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And carry back to Sicily much tall youth,
Pon. To you all three,
Cf. Take your time..
sint Thou canst not fear us, Pompey, with thy fails, We'll speak with thee at sea. At land thou know'st: How much we do o'er-count thee,
Pom, Ac land indeed,
father's house, But since the cuckow builds not for himself, Remain in't, as thou may ft.
Lep. Be pleas'd to tell us, (For this is from the present), how you take The offers we have sent you.
C&f. There's the point.
Ant. Which do not be intreated to, but weighs
follow To try a larger fortune.
Pom. You've made me offer
Omnes. That's our offer,
I came before you here, a man prepar'd
Ant. I have heard it, Pompey,
Pom. Let me have your hand :
Ant. The beds i'th'east are soft ; and thanks to you,
Cæf. Since I saw you last,
Pom, Well, I know not.
Lep. Well met here.
Pom. I hope fo, Lepidus ; thus we are agreed ::
Caf. That's the next to do.
Pom. We'll fealt each other ere we part, and let's Draw lots who shall begin.
Ant, That I will, Pompey.
Pom. No, Antony, take the lot:
Ant. You have heard much.
Pom, I ben so much have I heard.
Æno, No more of that: he did so.
Pom. Let me thake thy hand,
much ; but I ha' prais'd ye, When you have well deserv'd ten times as much As I have said
All. Shew's the way, Sir.
Men, Thy facher, Pompey, would ne'er have made You and I have known, Sir. [Te Ænob. [this treaty.
Æno. At sea, I think.
Æno," I will praise any man that will praise me; though it cannot be denied what I have done by land,
Men, Nor what I have done by water.
Æno. Yes, fomething you can deny for your own fafety ; you have been a great thief by sea.
Men. And you by land.
Æno. There I deny my land-service ; but give me your hand, Menas, if our eyes had authority, here they might take two thieves kisling.
Men, All mens' faces are true, whatso'er their hands are.
Æne. But there is ne'er a fair woman has a true face.
Men. For my part, I am sorry it is turn'd to a drink. ing. Pompey doth this day laugh away his fortune. Æno. if he do fo, sure he cannot weep’t back again.
Men, You've said, Sir; we look’a not for Mark An. tony here. Pray you, is he married to Cleopatra ?
Ano, Cæfar's filter is called Odiavia,
Men, True, Sir, she was the wife of Caius Marcellus.
Æns. If I were bound to divine of this unity, I would not prophefy fo.
Men, I think the policy of that purpofe made more in the marriage, than the love of the parties,
Æno. I think so too, But you shall find, the band that seems to tie their friendfhip together, will be the very strangler of their amity. Octavia is of a boly, cold, and Dill conversation.
Men. Who would not have his wife lo ?
Æno. Not he that himself is not fo; which is Mark Antony. He will to his Ægyptian dish again ; then thall the sighs of Octavia biow the fire up in Cælar, and, as I said before, that which is the Irength of their amity, shall prove the immediate author of their variance. Antony will use his affection where it is : he married but his occafion here.
Meni And thus it may be. Come, Sir, will you aboard ? I have a health for you.
Æno, I shall take it, Sir : we have us'd our throats in Ægypt, Men Come, let's away.
SCENE VII. Oxboard Pompey's galley. Music plays. Enter two or three fervants with a banquet.
i Ser. Here they'll be, man: some o' their plants are ill rooted already, the least wind i'th' world will blow them down.
2 Ser. Lepidus is high-colour'd,
2 Ser. As they pioch one another by the difpofition, he cries out, No more; reconciles them to his intreaty, and himself to th' drink.
1 Ser. But it raises the greater war between him and his discretion.
• A pl:rafe equivalent to that now in use, of touching one in s 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 service, as a partizan I could not heave.
1 Ser. To be call'd into a huge sphere, and not to be seen to move in't, are the holes where eyes should be, which pitifully disaster the cheeks. Trumpets, Enter Cæsar, Antony, Pompey, Lepidus,
Agrippa, Mecænas, Anobarbus, Menas, with other Captains.
Ant. Thus do they, Sir : they take the flow o'th'Nile
Lep. You've strange ferpents there.
Lep. Your serpent of Ægypt is bred now of your mud
Lep. I am not so as I should be : But I'll ne'er out.
Æno. Not till you have flept; I fear me you'll be in till then,
Lep. Nay, certainly, I have heard the Ptolemy's pyramisis are very goodly things; without contradiction I have heard that. Men. Pompey, a word.
[Afde. Pom. Say in mine
what is't? Men, Forsake thy feat, I do beliech thee, Captain, And hear me speak a word. Pom. Forbear me till anoa.
[Whispers, This wine for Lepidus.
Lep. What manner o' thing is your crocodile ?
Ant. It is shap'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 transmigrates.
Leg. What colour is it of?