ANTONY. 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! ENOBARBUS. 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. ANTONY. 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. [_Exeunt._] SCENE III. Alexandria. Before the Palace. Enter a Company of Soldiers. FIRST SOLDIER. Brother, good night. Tomorrow is the day. SECOND SOLDIER. It will determine one way. Fare you well. Heard you of nothing strange about the streets? FIRST SOLDIER. Nothing. What news? SECOND SOLDIER. Belike ’tis but a rumour. Good night to you. FIRST SOLDIER. Well, sir, good night. Enter two other Soldiers. SECOND SOLDIER. Soldiers, have careful watch. THIRD SOLDIER. And you. Good night, good night. [_They place themselves in every corner of the stage._] SECOND SOLDIER. Here we. And if tomorrow Our navy thrive, I have an absolute hope Our landmen will stand up. FIRST SOLDIER. ’Tis a brave army, and full of purpose. [_Music of the hautboys under the stage._] SECOND SOLDIER. Peace, what noise? FIRST SOLDIER. List, list! SECOND SOLDIER. Hark! FIRST SOLDIER. Music i’ th’ air. THIRD SOLDIER. Under the earth. FOURTH SOLDIER. It signs well, does it not? THIRD SOLDIER. No. FIRST SOLDIER. Peace, I say! What should this mean? SECOND SOLDIER. ’Tis the god Hercules, whom Antony loved, Now leaves him. FIRST SOLDIER. Walk. Let’s see if other watchmen Do hear what we do. [_They advance to another post._] SECOND SOLDIER. How now, masters! ALL. How now! How now! Do you hear this? FIRST SOLDIER. Ay. Is’t not strange? THIRD SOLDIER. Do you hear, masters? Do you hear? FIRST SOLDIER. Follow the noise so far as we have quarter. Let’s see how it will give off. ALL. Content. ’Tis strange. [_Exeunt._] SCENE IV. Alexandria. A Room in the Palace. Enter Antony and Cleopatra with others. ANTONY. Eros! Mine armour, Eros! CLEOPATRA. Sleep a little. ANTONY. No, my chuck.—Eros! Come, mine armour, Eros! Enter Eros with armour. Come, good fellow, put thine iron on. If fortune be not ours today, it is Because we brave her. Come. CLEOPATRA. Nay, I’ll help too. What’s this for? ANTONY. Ah, let be, let be! Thou art The armourer of my heart. False, false. This, this!