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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 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.

Give me thy hand,

Thou hast been rightly honest; so hast thou;

Thou; and thou, and thou: you have serv'd me well,

And kings have been your fellows.

Cleo. What means this?

Eno. [Aside to Cleopatra.] 'Tis one 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 clapp'd up together in

An Antony, that I might do you service

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