Make boot of his distraction. Never anger
Made good guard for itself.
Cæs. Let our best heads 10 Know that to-morrow the last of many battles
We mean to fight. Within our files there are,
Of those that served Mark Antony but late,
Enough to fetch him in. See it done:
And feast tile army; we have store to do't,
And they have earn'd the waste. Poor Antony!
Alexandria. Cleopatra's palace. Enter Antony, Cleopatra, Enobarbus, Charmian, Iras, Alexas, with others.
Ant. He will not fight with me, Domitius?
Ant. Why should he not?
Eno. He thinks, being twenty times of better fortune, He is twenty men to one.
Ant. To-morrow, soldier,
By sea and land I'll fight: or I will live,
Or bathe my dying honour in the blood
Shall make it live again. Woo't thou fight well?
Eno. I'll strike, and cry 'Take all.'
Ant. Well said; come on. Call forth my household servants: let's to-night Be bounteous at our meal.Enter three or four Servitors.
Give me thy hand, 10 Thou hast been rightly honest ;--so hast thou;--