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Since I saw you last,
Well, I know not
Well met here.
That 's the next to do.
That will I, Pompey,
You have heard much.
And fair words to them.
Eno. No more of that :-He did so.
What, I pray you?
Let me shake thy hand;
118 treaty. Tasic Pompey, would
Enjoy thy plainness,
Cæs., Ant., Lep. Show us the way, sir.
Soldiers, and Attendants. Men. Thy father, Pompey, would ne'er have made this treaty. - Aside. 1-You and I have known, sir.
Eno. At sea, I think
Eno. 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.
Eno. Yes, something you can deny for your own safety : you have been a great thief by sea.
Men. And you by land.
Eno. There I deny my land service. But give me your band, Menas : If our eyes had authority, here they might take two thieves kissing.
Men. All men's faces are true, whatsoe'er their
Eno. But there is never a fair woman has a true face. Men. No slander ; they steal hearts. · Eno. We came hither to fight with you.
Men. For my part, I am sorry it is turned to a drinking. Pompey doth this day laugh away his fortune.
Eno. If he do, sure he cannot weep it back again.
Men. You have said, sir. We looked not for Mark Antony here. Pray you, is he married to Cleopatra ?
Eno. Cæsar's sister is call’d Octavia.
Eno. 'T is true.
Eno. If I were bound to divine of this unity, I would not prophesy so.
Men. I think the policy of that purpose made more in the marriage than the love of the parties.
Eno. I think so 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 boly, cold, and still conversation.
Men. Who would not have his wife so ?
Eno. Not he, that himself is not so; which is Mark Antony. He will to his Egyptian dish again: then shall the sighs of Octavia blow the fire up in Cæsar; and, as I said before, that which is the strength of their amity shall prove the immediate author of their variance. Antony will use his affection where it is; he married but his occasion here.
Men. And thus it may be. Come, sir, will you aboard? I have a health for you.
Eno. I shall take it, sir : we have used our throats in Egypt. Men. Come; let 's away
SCENE VII.-On board Pompey's Galley, lying
near Misenum. Music. Enter Two or Three Servants, with a banquet.
I Serv. Here they 'll be, man: Some o' their plants are ill-rooted already, the least wind i' the world will blow them down.
2 Serv. Lepidus is high-coloured.
2 Serv. As they pinch one another by the disposition, he cries out“ no more ;" reconciles them to his entreaty, and himself to the drink.
1 Serv. But it raises the greater war between him and his discretion.
2 Serv. Why this it is to have a name in great men's fellowship : I had as lief have a reed that will do me no service, as a partizan I could not heave.
1 Serv. To be called 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. A senet sounded. Enter CÆSAR, ANTONY, POMPEY,
LEPIDUS, Agrippa, MECÆNAS, ENOBARBUS, MENAS,
flow o'the Nile
Lep. You have strange serpents there.
Lep. Your serpent of Egypt is bred now of your mud by the operation of your sun: so is your crocodile.
Ant. They are so.
Eno. Not till you have slept; I fear me you 'll be in till then.
Lep. Nay, certainly, I have heard the Ptolemies' pyramises are very goodly things; without contradiction, I have heard that. Men. Pompey, a word.
[ Aside. Pom.
Say in mine ear : what is 't ? Men. Forsake thy seat, I do beseech thee, captain,
[Aside. And hear me speak a word.
Forbear me till anon,-
Lep. What manner o' thing is your crocodile ?
Ant. It is shaped, 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.
Lep. What colour is it of?
Ant. With the health that Pompey gives him; else
me of that? away!
Men. If for the sake of merit thou wilt hear me,
[Aside. I think thou 'rt mad. The matter ?
[Rises, and walks aside. Men. I have ever held my cap off to thy fortunes. Pom. Thou hast serv'd me with much faith. What's
else to say ? Ant.
These quicksands, Lepidus, Keep off them, for you sink.
Men. Wilt thou be lord of all the world?
Be jolly, lords.
Men. Wilt thou be lord of the whole world?
Pom. How should that be?
twice. ou he lord of the wh what say'st thou ?
Men. No, Pompey, I have
But entertain it, thou think me poor, I am the man
Hast thou drunk well? "s Pompey, I have kept me from the cup.