་ Men. Then is Cæfar and he for ever knit together. no. If I were bound to divine of this unity, I would not prophefie fo. Men. I think the policy of that purpose made more in the marriage, than the love of the parties. Eno. I think fo too. But you fhall find the band that feems to tie their friendship together, will be the very ftrangler of their amity: Octavia is of a holy, cold, and ftill converfation. Men. Who would not have his wife fo? no. Not he that himself is not fo; which is Mark Antony. He will to his Egyptian dish again; then shall the fighs of Octavia blow the fire up in Cæfar, and, as I faid before, that which is the ftrength 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. 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 Egypt. Men. Come, let's away. [Exeunt. SCENE VII. Pompey's Galley. Mufick plays. Enter two or three Servants with a banquet. 1 Ser. Here they'll be, man: fome o' their plants are ill rooted already, the least 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 entreaty, and himself to th' drink. 1 Ser. But it raises the greater war between him and his difcretion. 2 Ser. Why, this it is to have a name in great men's 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 sphere, and not to be seen to move in't, are the holes where eyes fhould be, which pitifully difafter the cheeks. A a 2 Trumpets. Trumpets. Enter Cæfar, Antony, Pompey, Lepidus, Agrippa, Mecænas, Ænobarbus, Menas, with other Captains. Ant. Thus do they, Sir: they take the flow o'th' Nile By certain fcale, i'th' pyramid; they know L By th' height, the lowness, or the mean, if dearth 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. Lep. I am not fo well as I fhould be: but I'll ne'er out. no. 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 befeech thee, captain, And hear me fpeak a word. Pom. Forbear me 'till anon. This wine for Lepidus. Lep. What manner o' thing is your crocodile ? [Whispers. Ant. It fhap'd, Sir, like it felf, and it is as broad as it hath breadth; it is juft fo 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? Ant. Of its own colour too. Lep. 'Tis a ftrange ferpent. Ant. "Tis fo, and the tears of it are wet. Ant. With the healths that Pompey gives him, elfe he is a very Epicure. Pom. Go hang, Sir, hang! tell me of that? away! Do Do as I bid you. Where's the cup I call'd for? Men. If for the fake of merit thou wilt hear me, Rife from thy ftool. Pom. I think thou'rt mad; the matter? Men. I have ever held my cap off to thy fortunes. Pom. Thou haft ferv'd me with much faith; what's elfe Be jolly, Lords. Ant. Thefe quick-fands, Lepidus, Keep off them, for you fink. Men. Wilt thou be lord of all the world? Pom. What fay'st thou? [to fay? Men. Wilt thou be lord of the whole world? that's twice. Pom. How fhall that be? Men. But entertain it, and Although thou think me poor, I am the man Will give thee all the world. Pom. Haft thou drunk well? Men. No, Pompey, I have kept me from the cup. Thou art, if thou dar'ft be, the earthly Jove: Whate'er the ocean pales, or fky inclips, Is thine, if thou wilt ha't. Pom. Shew me which way. Men. These three world-fharers, these competitors, And when we are put off, fall to their throats: Pom. Ah, this thou should have done, And not have spoken on't. In me 'tis villainy, I'll never follow thy pall'd fortunes more; Who feeks, and will not take when once 'tis offer'd, Pom. This health to Lepidus. Ant. Bear him afhore, I'll pledge it for him, Pompey. no, Here's to thee, Menas. Men. Enobarbus, welcome. Pom. Fill 'till the cup be hid. Eno. There's a ftrong fellow, Menas. [Pointing to Lep. Men. Why? Eno. He bears the third part of the world, man! feest not? Men. The third part then is drunk; would it were all, That it might go on wheels. Eno. Drink thou, encreafe the reels. Men. Come. Pom. This is not yet an Alexandrian feaft. Caf. I could well forbear it ; It's monstrous labour when I wash my brain, Ant. Be a child o'th' time. Caf. Poffefs't, I'll anfwer; but I had rather faft From all, four days, than drink fo much in one. Eno. Ha, my brave Emperor, shall we dance now Th' Egyptian bacchanals, and celebrate our drink? Pom. Let's ha't, good foldier. Ant. Come let's all take hands, "Till that the conquering wine hath fteept our fenfe In foft and delicate Lethe. Eno. All take hands: Make battery to our ears with the loud mufick, [Mufick plays. Ænobarbus places them band in hand. The SONG. ·Come, thou monarch of the vine, Caf Caf. What would you more? Pompey, good-night. Good Let me request you, off; our graver business Pom. I'll try you on the fhore. Ant. And fhall, Sir; give's your hand. Pom. Oh, Antony, you have my father's house. But what? we're friends: come down into the boat. Eno. Take heed you fall not, Menas. Men. I'll not on fhore: No, to my cabin-these drums! these trumpets! what! Let Neptune hear we bid a loud farewel To these great fellows. Sound and be hang'd, found out! [Sound a flourish, with drums. Eno. Hoo fays a! there's my cap. Men. Hoa, noble captain, come. ACT III. SCENE I. [Exeunt. Enter Ventidius as in Triumph, the dead body of Pacorus born before him, Silius, Roman Soldiers and Attendants. Ven. and now Pleas'd fortune does of Marcus Craffus' death Make me revenger. Bear the King's fon's body A Pays this for Marcus Craffus. Sil. Noble Ventidius, Whilft yet with Parthian blood thy fword is warm, The routed fly. So thy grand captain Antony Shall fet thee on triumphant chariots, and Put garlands on thy head. Ven. Silius, I've done Enough. A lower place, note well, may make Του |