ENOBARBUS, CHARMIAN, and
IRAS enter, with attendants.
He won’t fight with me, Domitius?
He thinks that since his fortune is twenty times better than
yours, it would be like pitting twenty men against one.
Tomorrow, soldier, I’ll fight by sea and land. By the end I will
either live, or else I’ll restore my honor by shedding my blood.
Will you fight well?
When I strike, I’ll cry, “All or nothing!”
Well put. Come on. Call out my household servants.
Three or four SERVANTS
Tonight let’s have plenty to eat.
He greets the SERVANTS one by
Give me your hand; you’ve been truly honest—so have you and
you—and you—you too.
You have all served me well, and kings are your peers.
) What is this?
) It’s one of those nostalgic moods
caused by sorrow.