And carry back to Sicily much tall youth, Pom. To you all three, The fenators alone of this great world, -I do not know Wherefore my father fhould revengers want, That mov'd pale Caffius to conspire? and what Hath made me rig my navy: at whose burthen Caf. Take your time. Ant Thou canst not fear us, Pompey, with thy fails,. We'll fpeak with thee at fea. At land thou know'st: How much we do o'er-count thee. Pom. At land indeed, Thou doft o'er-count me of my father's house. Remain in't, as thou mayit. Lep. Be pleas'd to tell us, (For this is from the present), how you take The offers we have fent you. Caf. There's the point.. Ant. Which do not be intreated to, but weigh What it is worth embrac'd. Caf. And what may follow To try a larger fortune. Pom. You've made me offer Of Sicily, Sardinia: and I must. Rid all the fea of pirates; then to fend Measures of wheat to Rome: this 'greed upon, To part with unhack'd edges, and bear back undinted. Our targe Omnes. That's our offer. Rom. Know then, I came before you here, a man prepar'd Ant. I have heard it, Pompey, And am well studied for a liberal thanks, Pom. Let me have your hand : I did not think, Sir, to have met you here.. Ant. The beds i' th' east are soft; and thanks to you,. That call'd me timelier than my purpose hither: For I've gain'd by it. Caf. Since I faw you last, There is a change upon you. What counts hard fortune cafts upon my face; But in my bosom she shall never come, To make my heart her vaffal. Lep. Well met here. Pom. I hope fo, Lepidus; thus we are agreed :: I crave our compofition may be written And feal'd between us. Caf. That's the next to do. Pom. We'll feaft each other ere we part, and let's Draw lots who shall begin. Ant. That I will, Pompey. Pom. No, Antony, take the lot: But, first or laft, your, fine Ægyptian cookery Grew fat with feating there. Ant. You have heard much. Pom. I have fair meaning, Sir.. Ant. And fair words to them. Eno, A certain Queen to Cæfar in a mattress. Eno. Well; And well am like to do; for I perceive Pom Let me thake thy hand, I never hated thee: I have feen thee fight, Eno. Sir, I never lov'd you much; but I ha' prais'd ye, Pom. Enjoy thy plainnefs, It nothing ill becomes thee; Aboard my galley I invite you all. Will you lead, Lords? All. Shew's the way, Sir. Pom. Come. [Exeunt. Manent Enob. and Menas. Men. Thy father, Pompey, would ne'er have made You and I have known, Sir. [To Enob. [this treaty. Eno. At fea, I think. Men. We have, Sir. Eno. "You have done well by water. Men. "And you by land. Eno, "I will praise any man that will praife me, though it cannot be denied what I have done by land. Men. Nor what I have done by water. Eno. Yes, fomething you can deny for your own fafety; you have been a great thief by fea. Men. And you by land. Eno. There I deny my land fervice; but give me your hand, Menas, if our eyes had authority, here they might take two thieves kiffing. Men. All mens' faces are true, whatfo'er their hands are. Eno. But there is ne'er a fair woman has a true face. Men. No flander-they fteal hearts. Eno. We came hither to fight with you. Men. For my part, I am forry it is turn'd to a drink-ing. Pompey doth this day laugh away his fortune. Eno. If he do fo, fure he cannot weep't back again. Men. You've faid, Sir; we look'd not for Mark Aп. tony here. Pray you, is he married to Cleopatra ? Enc. Cæfar's fifter is called Octavia.. Men. True, Sir, fhe was the wife of Caius Marcellus. Eno. But now fhe is the wife of Marcus Antonius. Men. Pray ye, Sir? Eno 'Tis true. Men. Then is Cæfar and he for ever knit together. Eno. If I were bound to divine of this unity, I would not prophesy fo. Men. I think the policy of that purpofe made more in the marriage, than the love of the parties. Eno. I think fo too. But you shall find, the band that seems to tie their friendship together, will be the very strangler of their amity. Octavia is of a holy, cold, and fill converfation. Men. Who would not have his wife fo? Eno. Not he that himself is not fo; which is Mark Antony. He will to his Egyptian difh again; then fhall the fighs of Octavia blow the fire up in Cælar, and, as I faid before, that which is the ftrength of their amity, fhall prove the immediate author of their variance. Antony will ufe his affection where it is: he married but his occafion here. Men. And thus it may be. Come, Sir, will you aboard? I have a health for you. Eno I fhall take it, Sir: we have us'd our throats in Ægypt. Men Come, let's away. [Exeunt. SCENE VII. On board Pompey's galley. Mufic plays. Enter two or three fervants with a banquet. 1 Ser. Here they'll be, man: fome o' their plants are ill rooted already, the leaft wind i' th' world will blow them down. 2 Ser. Lepidus is high-colour'd. 1 Ser. They have made him drink alms-drink. 2 Ser. As they pinch one another by the difpofition*, he cries out, No more; reconciles them to his intreaty, and himself to th' drink. 1 Ser. But it raifes the greater war between him and his difcretion. • A phrafe equivalent to that now in ufe, of touching one in a fore place. 2 Ser. Why, this it is to have a name in great mens' fellowship: I had as lieve have a reed that will do me no fervice, as a partizan I could not heave. 1 Ser. To be call'd into a huge fphere, and not to be feen to move in't, are the holes where eyes should be, which pitifully difafter the cheeks. Trumpets, Enter Cæfar, Antony, Pompey, Lepidus, Agrippa, Mecænas, Enobarbus, Menas, with other Captains. Ant. Thus do they, Sir: they take the flow o'th' Nilę By certain fcale i' th' pyramid; they know By th' height, the lownefs, or the mean, if dearth, And fhortly comes to harvest. Lep. You've ftrange ferpents there. Ant. Ay, Lepidus. Lep. Your ferpent of Egypt is bred now of your mud by the operation of your fun ; fo is your crocodile. Ant. They are fo. Pom. Sirrah, fome wine! a health to Lepidus. But I'll ne'er out. Eno. Not till you have flept; I fear me you'll be in till then. Lep. Nay, certainly, I have heard the Ptolemy's pyramifis are very goodly things; without contradiction I have heard that. Men. Pompey, a word. Pom. Say in mine ear, what is't? [Afide. Men. Forfake thy feat, I do beech thee, Captain, And hear me fpeak a word. Pom. Forbear me till anon. This wine for Lepidus. [Whispers. Lep. What manner o' thing is your crocodile? Ant. It is fhap'd, Sir, like itself; and it is as broad as it hath breadth; it is just so high as it is, and moves with its own organs. It lives by that which nourisheth it; and the elements once out of it, it tranfmigrates. Lep. What colour is it of? |