Antony and Cleopatra, Act 4, Scene 2

He will not fight with me, Domitius?

He won't fight me, Domitius?

No.

No.

Why should he not?

Why shouldn't he?

He thinks, being twenty times of better fortune, He is twenty men to one.

He thinks that, since his luck is twenty times better, he is twenty men against one.

Tomorrow, 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?

Tomorrow, soldier, I'll fight by sea and land. Either I'll live, or I'll bathe my dying honour in blood that will make it live again. Will you fight well?

I’ll strike, and cry “Take all.”

I'll strike, and shout "Take everything."

Well said. Come on. Call forth my household servants. Let’s tonight Be bounteous at our meal.—

Well said. Come on. Call out my household servants. Tonight let's be generous at our meal.—

Give me thy hand. Thou has been rightly honest; so hast thou, Thou, and thou, and thou. You have served me well, And kings have been your fellows.

Give me your hand. You have been truly loyal; and so have you, and you, and you, and you. You have served me well, and kings have been your fellow servants.

[Aside to Enobarbus.] What means this?

[Aside to Enobarbus.] What does this mean?

[Aside to Cleopatra.] ’Tis one of those odd tricks which sorrow shoots Out of the mind.

[Aside to Cleopatra.] It's one of those strange tricks that sorrow shoots out of the mind.

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

And you are loyal too. I wish I could be turned into as many men as there are of you, and all of you packed together into one Antony, so that I could serve you as well as you have served me.

The gods forbid!

The gods forbid it!

Well, my good fellows, wait on me tonight. Scant not my cups, and make as much of me As when mine empire was your fellow too And suffered my command.

Well, my good fellows, serve me at table tonight. Don't be sparing with my cups, and treat me as generously as when my empire was your fellow servant too and obeyed my orders.

[Aside to Enobarbus.] What does he mean?

[Aside to Enobarbus.] What does he mean?

[Aside to Cleopatra.] To make his followers weep.

[Aside to Cleopatra.] To make his followers cry.

Tend me tonight; May be it is the period of your duty. Haply you shall not see me more, or if, A mangled shadow. Perchance tomorrow 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. Tend me tonight two hours, I ask no more, And the gods yield you for’t!

Attend me tonight; it may be the end of your service. Possibly you won't see me again, or if you do, only a mangled shadow of me. Maybe tomorrow you'll serve another master. I look at you like a man saying goodbye. My loyal friends, I'm not dismissing you; instead, like a master married to your good service, I stay with you until death. Attend me tonight for two hours, I ask no more, and may the gods reward you for it!

What mean you, sir, To give them this discomfort? Look, they weep, And I, an ass, am onion-eyed. For shame, Transform us not to women.

What do you mean, sir, by upsetting them like this? Look, they're crying, and I, like a fool, have eyes watering as if from onions. For shame, don't turn us into women.

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, For I spake to you for your comfort, did desire you To burn this night with torches. Know, my hearts, I hope well of tomorrow, and will lead you Where rather I’ll expect victorious life Than death and honour. Let’s to supper, come, And drown consideration.

Ha, ha, ha! Let the witch take me if I meant it that way! May grace grow wherever those tears fall! My warm-hearted friends, you take what I said too sorrowfully, because I spoke to comfort you, wanting you to light up this night with torches. Know this, my dear ones: I have good hopes of tomorrow, and I'll lead you where I expect victorious life rather than death and honour. Come, let's go to supper, and drown all thinking.