2411Ant. He will not fight with me, Domitian?

2412Eno. No?

2413Ant. Why should he not?

2414Eno. He thinks, being twenty times of better fortune,

2415He is twenty men to one.

2416Ant. To morrow Soldier,

2417By Sea and Land Ile fight: or I will liue,

2418Or bathe my dying Honor in the blood

2419Shall make it liue againe. Woo't thou fight well.

2420Eno. Ile strike, and cry, Take all.

2421Ant. Well said, come on:

2422Call forth my Houshold Seruants, lets to night

2424Be bounteous at our Meale. Giue me thy hand,

2425Thou hast bin rightly honest, so hast thou,

2426Thou, and thou, and thou: you haue seru'd me well,

2427And Kings haue beene your fellowes.

2428Cleo. What meanes this?

2429Eno. 'Tis one of those odde tricks which sorow shoots

2430Out of the minde.

2431Ant. And thou art honest too:

2432I wish I could be made so many men,

2433And all of you clapt vp together, in

2434An Anthony: that I might do you seruice,

2435So good as you haue done.

2436Omnes. The Gods forbid.

2437Ant. Well, my good Fellowes, wait on me to night:

2438Scant not my Cups, and make as much of me,

2439As when mine Empire was your Fellow too,

2440And suffer'd my command.

2441Cleo. What does he meane?

2442Eno. To make his Followers weepe.

2443Ant. Tend me to night;

2444May be, it is the period of your duty,

2445Haply you shall not see me more, or if,

2446A mangled shadow. Perchance to morrow,

2447You'l serue another Master. I looke on you,

2448As one that takes his leaue. Mine honest Friends,

2449I turne you not away, but like a Master

2450Married to your good seruice, stay till death:

2451Tend me to night two houres, I aske no more,

2452And the Gods yeeld you for't.

2453Eno. What meane you (Sir)

2454To giue them this discomfort? Looke they weepe,

2455And I an Asse, am Onyon-ey'd; for shame,

2456Transforme vs not to women.

2457Ant. Ho, ho, ho:

2458Now the Witch take me, if I meant it thus.

2459Grace grow where those drops fall (my hearty Friends)

2460You take me in too dolorous a sense,

2461For I spake to you for your comfort, did desire you

2462To burne this night with Torches: Know (my hearts)

2463I hope well of to morrow, and will leade you,

2464Where rather Ile expect victorious life,

2465Then death, and Honor. Let's to Supper, come,

2466And drowne consideration. Exeunt.