ENOBARBUS : No.
MARK ANTONY: Why should he not?
ENOBARBUS : He thinks, being twenty times of better fortune,
He is twenty men to one.
MARK ANTONY: To-morrow, 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?
ENOBARBUS : I'll strike, and cry 'Take all.'
MARK ANTONY: Well said; come on.
Call forth my household servants: let's to-night
Be bounteous at our meal.