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Samuel Johnson [1765], The plays of William Shakespeare, in eight volumes, with the corrections and illustrations of Various Commentators; To which are added notes by Sam. Johnson (Printed for J. and R. Tonson [and] C. Corbet [etc.], London) [word count] [S11001].
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SCENE II. The Palace in Alexandria. Enter Antony and Cleopatra, Enobarbus, Charmion, Iras, Alexas, with others.

Ant.
He will not fight with me, Domitius.

Eno.
No.

Ant.
Why should he not?

Eno.
He thinks, being twenty times of better fortune,
He's 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, “3 notetake all.”

Ant.
Well said. Come on.
Call forth my houshold servants, let's to-night

-- 203 --

Enter Servants.
Be bounteous at our meal. Give me thy hand,
Thou hast been rightly honest; so hast Thou;
And Thou; and Thou; and Thou. You've serv'd me well,
And Kings have been your fellows.

Cleo.
What means this?

Eno. [Aside.]
'Tis 4 noteone of those odd tricks, which sorrow shoots
Out of the mind.

Ant.
And thou art honest too.
I wish, I could be made so many men;
And all of you clapt up together in
An Antony; that I might do you service,
So good as you have done.

Omnes.
The Gods forbid!

Ant.
Well, my good fellows, wait on me to-night;
Scant not my cups, and make as much of me,
As when mine Empire was your fellow too,
And suffer'd my command.

Cleo.
What does he mean?

Eno.
To make his followers weep.

Ant.
Tend me to-night;
May be, it is the period of your duty;
Haply, you shall not see me more; 5 note
or if,
A mangled shadow. It may chance, to-morrow
You'll serve another master. I look on you,
As one that takes his leave. Mine honest friends,
I turn you not away; but like a master
Married to your good service, stay till death:

-- 204 --


Tend me to-night two hours, I ask no more,
And the Gods shield you for't?

Eno.
What mean you, Sir,
To give them this discomfort? Look, they weep.
And I, an ass, am 6 noteonion-ey'd. For shame,
Transform us not to women.

Ant.
Ho, ho, ho!
Now the witch take me, if I meant it thus!
Grace grow, where those drops fall! My hearty friends,
You take me in too dolorous a sense;
I spake t' you for your comfort, did desire you
To burn this night with torches. Know, my hearts,
I hope well of to-morrow, and will lead you,
Where rather I'll expect victorious life,
Than 7 notedeath and honour. Let's to supper, come,
And drown consideration.
[Exeunt.
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Samuel Johnson [1765], The plays of William Shakespeare, in eight volumes, with the corrections and illustrations of Various Commentators; To which are added notes by Sam. Johnson (Printed for J. and R. Tonson [and] C. Corbet [etc.], London) [word count] [S11001].
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