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Antony and Cleopatra

William Shakespeare
No Fear Act 2 Scene 7
No Fear Act 2 Scene 7 Page 6

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ENOBARBUS

              (to ANTONY )            Ha! My brave emperor,
Shall we dance now the Egyptian bacchanals
And celebrate our drink?

ENOBARBUS

(to ANTONY ) Ha! Shall we dance Egyptian

bacchanals

bawdy dances honoring Bacchus, Roman god of wine

bacchanals
, my noble emperor, and celebrate our wine?

POMPEY

Let’s ha ’t, good soldier.

POMPEY

Let’s have one, good soldier.

ANTONY

Come, let’s all take hands
105Till that the conquering wine hath steeped our sense
In soft and delicate Lethe.

ANTONY

Come, let’s join our hands until the overpowering wine makes us soft and forgetful.

ENOBARBUS

                                                   All take hands.
Make battery to our ears with the loud music,
The while I’ll place you; then the boy shall sing.
The holding every man shall beat as loud
110As his strong sides can volley.

ENOBARBUS

Everyone join hands. Attack our ears with loud music, and I’ll position you for the dance. Then the boy will sing, and every man will sing the chorus at the top of his voice.
Music plays. ENOBARBUS places them hand in hand
Music plays. ENOBARBUS places each man in position, hand in hand.
                                The Song.
                                The Song.

BOY

(Sings)     Come, thou monarch of the vine,
               Plumpy Bacchus with pink eyne!
               In thy vats our cares be drowned,
               With thy grapes our hairs be crowned.

BOY

(singing) Come, you king of the vine, plump Bacchus, with your pink eyes. Our troubles are drowned in your vats. We’ll crown ourselves with wreathes of grapes.

ALL

(Singing) Cup us till the world go round,
                Cup us till the world go round!

ALL

(singing) Give us cups until the world spins! Give us cups until the world spins!

CAESAR

What would you more?—Pompey, good night. (to ANTONY ) Good brother,
Let me request you off. Our graver business
115Frowns at this levity.—Gentle lords, let’s part.
You see we have burnt our cheeks. Strong Enobarb
Is weaker than the wine; and mine own tongue
Splits what it speaks. The wild disguise hath almost
Anticked us all. What needs more words? Good night.
120Good Antony, your hand.

CAESAR

How can you top that? Good night, Pompey. (to ANTONY ) Dear brother-in-law, let’s leave together. This frivolity isn’t appropriate to the serious purpose that brought us here. Noble lords, let’s say good night. We’ve all gotten red in the face. Even the strong Enobarbus isn’t immune to the effects of wine, and I’m tongue-tied myself. This wild party has almost turned us all into clowns. What more need I say? Good night. Good Antony, shake my hand.