No Fear Shakespeare: Antony and Cleopatra: Act 3 Scene 13 Page 10

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CLEOPATRA 180That’s my brave lord!	CLEOPATRA That’s my brave lord!
ANTONY I will be treble-sinewed, -hearted, -breathed, And fight maliciously. For when mine hours Were nice and lucky, men did ransom lives Of me for jests; but now I’ll set my teeth 185And send to darkness all that stop me. Come, Let’s have one other gaudy night. Call to me All my sad captains. Fill our bowls once more. Let’s mock the midnight bell.	ANTONY I’ll be triple the soldier I was in strength, bravery, and stamina. I’ll fight brutally. In the days when I had better luck, prisoners of war could buy their freedoms from me with simple trinkets. But now I’ll grit my teeth and kill anyone who tries to stop me. Come, let’s have one more extravagant night. Invite all my sad captains. Fill our wine bowls again. Let’s drink through midnight.
CLEOPATRA It is my birthday. I had thought t’ have held it poor; but since my lord 190Is Antony again, I will be Cleopatra.	CLEOPATRA It’s my birthday. I had planned to celebrate it quietly, but since my lord is once more himself, I will be Cleopatra again.
ANTONY We will yet do well.	ANTONY We’ll win yet.
CLEOPATRA (to ENOBARBUS ) Call all his noble captains to my lord.	CLEOPATRA (to ENOBARBUS ) Call all my lord’s noble captains to him.
ANTONY Do so. We’ll speak to them, and tonight I’ll force The wine peep through their scars.—Come on, my Queen, 195There’s sap in ’t yet. The next time I do fight I’ll make Death love me, for I will contend Even with his pestilent scythe.	ANTONY Do so. I’ll speak to them, and then tonight I’ll get them all so drunk that the wine seeps out of their old war wounds. Come on, my Queen. There’s still life in our cause. The next time I fight, I’ll make Death love me. I’ll compete even with his fatal scythe.
Exeunt all but ENOBARBUS	Everyone except ENOBARBUS exits.
ENOBARBUS Now he’ll outstare the lightning. To be furious Is to be frighted out of fear, and in that mood 200The dove will peck the estridge; and I see still A diminution in our captain’s brain Restores his heart. When valor preys on reason, It eats the sword it fights with. I will seek Some way to leave him.	ENOBARBUS Now he’ll work himself up to a fury. Rage scares away a man’s fear. In that state, a dove will attack an ostrich. I have always noticed that when my captain’s reason is diminished, his bravery increases. When courage consumes reason, it destroys its only weapon. I’ll look for some way to leave his service.