He will not fight with me, Domitius?
He won't fight me, Enobarbus?
He refuses to fight me, Enobarbus?
he wont fight me?
No.
No.
No.
no.
Why should he not?
Why shouldn't he fight?
Why wouldn't he?
why wouldn't he tho?
He thinks, being twenty times of better fortune,
He is twenty men to one.
He thinks, since he's twenty times more fortunate, He's worth twenty men against one.
He figures he's so much more fortunate than you that he's basically twenty soldiers rolled into one.
he thinks he's 20x better so he's worth 20 men to 1
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 survive, Or I'll restore my fading honor by bathing in blood That will make it live again. Will you fight well?
Tomorrow, soldier, I'm fighting both on the ocean and on land. Either I come out alive, Or I restore my dying reputation by getting blood on me That proves I still deserve respect. Are you going to fight hard?
tomorrow we fight land and sea either i live or my honor survives will u fight?
I’ll strike, and cry “Take all.”
I'll strike hard and shout "Take everything."
I'll go all out and yell "Take it all!"
i'll fight & yell take all
Well said. Come on.
Call forth my household servants. Let’s tonight
Be bounteous at our meal.—
Well said. Come on. Summon my household servants. Tonight let's Be generous with our meal.
Good, let's go. Get my servants together. Tonight we're going to Have a really generous feast.
good call bring the servants lets feast tonight
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 honest, and so have you, and you, and you, and you. You have served me well, and kings have been your companions.
Shake my hand. You've all been genuinely loyal to me. You've served me well, and I've treated you as equals to kings.
you've all been loyal & treated like kings. thanks for serving me
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.
[_Aside to Enobarbus_.] What means this?
What does this mean?
What's he doing?
what's going on
[_Aside to Cleopatra_.] ’Tis one of those odd tricks which sorrow
shoots
Out of the mind.
It's one of those strange behaviors that grief produces from the mind.
It's one of those weird things sorrow makes people do.
that's grief doing its thing makes people act strange
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're honest too. I wish I could be transformed into many men, And all of you compressed together inside One Antony, so I could serve you as well As you have served me.
And you're an honest person too. I wish I could somehow be split into many versions of myself, With all of you combined into one body, So I could give back the same loyal service You've given me.
you're honest too i wish i could be many ppl compressed into one of me to serve u like u served me
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 people, serve me tonight. Don't hold back on my drinks, and treat me well As when my empire was among you as a peer And you accepted my command.
Okay, my good friends, I need you to look after me tonight. Don't be stingy with the wine, and take care of me The way you did when my power was something you had to answer to.
yo friends take care of me tonight plenty of drinks like when u answered to me
[_Aside to Enobarbus_.] What does he mean?
What is he trying to say?
What's he getting at?
what's his point
[_Aside to Cleopatra_.] To make his followers weep.
He's attempting to make his followers weep.
He's trying to make them cry.
he's making them 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!
Serve me tonight. This might be the end of your service to me. You may not see me again, or if you do, A broken, mangled version. Perhaps tomorrow You'll serve a different master. I regard you As someone saying goodbye. My honest friends, I'm not turning you away, but like a master Bound to your good service, I'll stay until death. Serve me tonight for just two hours, that's all I ask, And may the gods reward you for it!
Take care of me tonight. This might be your last time serving me. You may never see me again, or if you do, I'll be broken and mangled. Maybe tomorrow You'll work for someone else. I'm looking at you Like someone who's about to leave forever. My honest friends, I'm not pushing you away—I'm like a master Who's devoted to your good work, and I'll stick with that till I die. Just serve me for two hours tonight, that's all, And I hope the gods take care of you for it.
serve me 2night this might be the last time u prob won't see me again or just a broken version maybe u'll serve someone else tomorrow i'm saying goodbye but i'm loyal to u til death just 2 more hours may the gods reward u
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 tears in my eyes. For shame, Don't turn us into women.
What's the idea, sir, Making them feel this way? Look at them, they're crying, And me too—I'm getting all weepy. This is ridiculous, Don't make us act like women.
why u making them sad they're crying & so am i for shame stop turning 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! May a curse take me if I meant it that way! May blessings fall where your tears have fallen! My good friends, You're understanding me too negatively. I was speaking to comfort you, I wanted you To light torches tonight. Know this, my friends, I'm confident about tomorrow, and I'll lead you Where I expect victory and life Rather than death and despair. Let's go to dinner, come, And stop dwelling on sadness.
Ha, ha, ha! Let me be cursed if that's what I meant! May good things follow where your tears fall! My good friends, You're taking me the wrong way. I was trying to make you feel better, I wanted you To celebrate tonight with torches. Believe me, my friends, I'm feeling good about tomorrow, and I'll take you Somewhere we'll win and live Not die and feel broken. Come on, let's eat, And quit overthinking.
lol that's not what i meant! blessings on ur tears i was trying to comfort u light torches tonight i'm confident about tomorrow let's feast & stop worrying
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.