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As one that takes his leave. Mine honest friends,
I turn you not away, but like a master [30]
Married to your good service, stay till death:
Tend me to-night 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-ey’d; for shame, [35]

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 [40]
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 death, and honour. Let’s to supper, come,
And drown consideration. [45]
(Exeunt.)

Scene III IT

(The same. Before the palace.)

Enter a Company of Soldiers.

FIRST SOLDIER
Brother, good night: to-morrow is the day.

SECOND SOLDIER
It will determine one way: fare you well.
Heard you of nothing strange about the streets?