He will not fight with me, Domitius?
He will not fight with me, Domitius?
He will not fight with me, Domitius?
he will not fight with me, domitius?
No.
No.
No.
no.
Why should he not?
Why should he not?
Why should he not?
why should he not?
He thinks, being twenty times of better fortune,
He is twenty men to one.
He thinks, being twenty times of better fortune, He is twenty men to one.
He thinks, being twenty times of better fortune, He is twenty men to one.
he thinks, being twenty times of better fortune, he is twenty men to 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, 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, 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, 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?
I’ll strike, and cry “Take all.”
I’ll strike, and cry “Take all.”
I’ll strike, and cry “Take all.”
i’ll strike, and cry “take all.”
Well said. Come on.
Call forth my household servants. Let’s tonight
Be bounteous at our meal.—
Well said. Come on. Call forth my household servants. Let’s tonight Be bounteous at our meal.—
Well said. Come on. Call forth my household servants. Let’s tonight Be bounteous at our meal.—
well said. come on. call forth my household servants. let’s tonight be bounteous at our meal.—
The scene has an unmistakable sacrificial quality — scholars have noted the resonance with the Last Supper narrative, where a leader shares a final meal with his companions before his death. Antony shakes each hand, names each person's honesty, says he will not return, then insists it was for comfort. This pattern — the truthful goodbye dressed as encouragement — is one of the most human things Shakespeare writes. The servants weep. Enobarbus, the ironist, weeps. Cleopatra doesn't know what to make of it. And the audience is left holding the weight of a man who can see his own death and doesn't quite know what to do with the knowledge.
shoots
Out of the mind.
shoots Out of the mind.
shoots Out of the mind.
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 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 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 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 y
The gods forbid!
The gods forbid!
The gods forbid!
the gods forbid!
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, 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, 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, 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.
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!
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 ...
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 ...
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 anoth
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 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 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 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.
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.
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 rath...
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 rath...
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
The Reckoning
An extraordinary scene of emotional vertigo. Antony shakes every hand, says what sounds like a final goodbye to his household, and makes his entire court dissolve in tears — including Enobarbus, who notes drily that he's 'onion-eyed.' Then Antony insists he meant it for their comfort. Did he? The scene refuses to answer. It shows a man at the edge of his own consciousness of death, reaching toward something he can't quite name.
If this happened today…
A CEO calls a last all-hands meeting the night before the company's final court date. He goes around the room shaking hands, telling each person how honest they've been, how much he owes them. People start crying. His most deadpan colleague whispers to his assistant: 'I'm tearing up. For shame.' The CEO then says: 'No, no — I meant it as encouragement! I expect to win!' Everybody nods. Everybody wipes their eyes. Nobody quite believes him.