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Music plays. Enter two or three Servants with a

1 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.
1 Ser. They have made him drink alms-drink*.

2. Ser. As they pinch one another by the disposin tion t, he cries out, no more ; reconciles them to his entreaty, and hiinself to th’ drink.

1 Ser. But it raises the greater war between him and his discretion.

2 Ser. Why, this it is to have a name in great men's fellowihip: I had as lieve have a reed that. will no service,.. as a partizan I could not heave.

I 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 disaster the cheeks.

* A phrase amongst good-fellows; to signify that li. quor of another's Dhare which his companion drinks to ease him. But it satirically alludes to Cæsar and Antony's admitting him into the triumvirate, in order to take off from themselves the load of eavy. Warburton. ..t A phrase equivalent to that now in use, of touching one in a fore place. Ibid.

# This speech seems to be mutilated ; to supply the deficiencies is impoflible, but perhaps the sense was originally approaching to this :

To be call'd into a huge phere, and not to be seen to move in it, is a very ignominious state ; grcat offices are the bales where eyes should be, which, if eyes be wanting, pitifully disaster the cheeks. Johnson.

Trumpets. Enter Cæsar, Antony, Pompey, Lepidus,

Agrippa, Mecenas, Enobarbus, Munas, with other
Ant. Thus do they, Sir : they take the flow. Om

th' Nile
By certain scales i'th' pyramid; they know,
By tli' height, the lownels, or the mean, if dearth,
Or foizon, follow; the higher Nilus swells,
The more it promises. As it ebbs, the seedsman

o the lime and ooze scatters his grain,
Portly comes to harvest.
Vou've frange serpents there.

y, Lepidus. Lep. our ferpent of Ægypt is bred now of your mud by the operation of your sun ; fo is your cro. codile.

Ant. They are so.
Pomp. Sit, and some wine. A healih to Lepidus.

Lep. I am not so well as I should be,
But i'll ne'er out.

E110. Not 'till you have slept; I fear me you'll be in 'till then.

Lep. Nay, certainly, I have heard the Ptolemey's Pyramisis are very goodly things; without contradi&tion I have heard that. Men. Poinpey, a word.

[Aide. Ponip. Say in mine ear, what is't? Men. Forsake thy seat, I do beseech thee, capo tain,

[Aside. And hear me speak a word.

Pomp. Forbear me 'till anon. [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 ir hath breadth; it is just so high as it is, and inoves with its own organs; it lives by that which nourisheth it; and the elements once out of it, it transmigrates.

Lep. What colour is it of?
Ant. Of its own colour too.
Lep. 'Tis a strange serpent.

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Art. 'Tis fo, and the tears of it are vet.
Cæs. Will this description fatisfy him?

Ant. With the healih that Pompey gives him, elle he is a very Epicure. Pump. to Menas afids.] Go hang, Sir, hang! Tell

me of that? away! Do as I bid you. Where's the clip I callid for?

Men. If for the sake of merit ihou wilt hear me, Rile from thiy stool,

Ponip. rises and walks aside. ] I think thou'rt mad. The matter?

Men. I have ever held my cap off to thy fortunes,

Pomp. to Menas.] Thou hartierv'd ine with much faith. What elle to say? - Be jolly, Lords.

Ant. These quirksards, Lepidus,
Keep off them 'fore you link..

Men. Wilt thou be lord of all the world ?
Pomp. What lay'st thou ?
Men. Wilt thou be lord of the whole world?

that's twice.
Pomp. How shall that be?

Men. But entertain it,
And though you think me poor, I am the man
Wäill give thee all the world.

Pomp. Haft thou drunk well?
Men. No, Pompey, I have kept me from the cup.
Thou art, if thou dar'st be, the earthly Jove :
Whate'er the ocean pales, or sky inclips,
Is thine, if thou wilt ha't.

Pompi Shew me which way.

Men. These three world-sharers, these competitors, Are in thy vessel. Let me cut the cable; And when we are put off, fall to their throats. All then is thine.

*Ponip. Ah, this thou shouldst have done, And not have spoken on't. In me 'tis villainy; In thee 't had been good service. Thou must know Tis not my profit that does lead mine honour; Mine honour, it. Repent that e'er thy tongue Hath so betray'd thine act. Being done unknown, I should have found it afterwards well done ; But must condemn it now. Delift, and drink,

Men. For this,
I'll never follow thy pall'd fortunes more:
Who seeks and will not take, when once 'tis offer'd,
Shall never find it more.

Pomp. This health to Lepidus.
Ant. Bear him alhore, i'll pledge it for him,

Eno. Here's to thee, Menas.
Men. Enobarbus, welcome.
Pomp. Fill 'till the cup be hid.
Eno. There's a strong fellow, Menas.
Men. Why?

[P.ointing to Lepidus. -
Eno. He bears the third part of the world, man!
See'st not.
Men. The third


then is drunk; would it were That it might go on wheels !

Eno. Drink thou, increase the reels.
Men. Come.
Pomp. This is not an Alexandrian feast.
Ant. It ripens towards it. Strike the vessels, hoa..
Here is to Cælar.

Cæf. I could well forbear it:
It's monstrous labour when I wash my brain,
And it grows fouler.

Ant. Be a child oth' time..

Cæs. Posle's it,
I will make answer; but I had rather fast
From-all four days, than drink so much in one..

Eno. Ha, my brave Emperor,
Shall we dance now th' Ægyptian Bacchanals,.
And celebrate our drink?

Pomp. Let's ha't, good soldier.

Ant. Come, let's all take hands, 'Till that the conquering wine hath steep'd our sense In soft and delicate Lethe.

Eno, All take hands : Make battery to our ears with the loud music, The while I'll place you : then the boy shall sing: The holding every man shall bear, as loud As his strong sides can volley. [Music plays. Enobarbus places them hand in hand,

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The S. O N G
Conie, thou monarch of the vine,
Plumpy Bacchus, with pink eyne ;
In thy vats our cares be drown'd:
With thy grapes our hairs be crown'd!
Cup us, 'till the world go round;

Cup us, 'till the world go round.
Coef. What would you more ? Pompey, good night,

good brother,
Let me request you off; our graver business
Frowns at this levity. Gentle lords, let's part;
You see we have burnt our cheeks. Strong Enon'

Is weaker than the 'wine; and mine own tongue
Splits what it fpeaks; the wild disguise hath almoft
Antickt us all. What needs more words ? Good
Goad Antony, your hand.

Pomp. I'll try you on the shore.
Ant. And fhall, Sir. Give's your hand.

Pomp. Oh, Antony, you have my father's house : But, what! we're friends; come down into the boat.

Eno. Take heed you fall not.

Men. I'll not on shore.-No, to my cabin-These drums !-- These trumpets, flutes! what! Let Neptune hear, we bid a loud farewell To these great fellows. Sound, and be hangid, found out.

[Sound a flourish with druns. E10. Hoo, says a'! There's my cap. Men, Hoa noble captain, come. , [Exeunt.

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