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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 he is a very epicure. Pom. [To MENAS aside.] Go, hang, sir, hang ! Tell
me of that ? away! Do as I bid you.- Where's this cup I callid for?
Men. If for the sake of merit thou wilt hear me, Rise from thy stool.
[Aside, Pom. 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 ? Be jolly, lords.
Ant. These quick-sands, Lepidus,
Men. Wilt thou be lord of all the world?
Will give thee all the world.
Pom. Hast 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 have't.
Pom. Show 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 there is thine.
Pom. Ah, this thou should'st have done, And not have spoke on't! In me, 'tis villainy; In thee, it 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. Desist, and drink. Men. For this,
Pom. This health to Lepidus.
[Pointing to the Attendant who carries off LEPIDUS. Men. Why?
Eno. He bears The third part of the world, man ; See'st not? Men. The third part then is drunk: 'Would it were
Eno. Drink thou ; increase the reels.
Ant. It ripens towards it.-Strike the vessels, ho! Here is to Cæsar.
Cas. I could well forbear it.
Ant. Be a child o'the time.
Eno. Ha, my brave emperor ! [To ANTONY. Shall we dance now the Egyptian Bacchanals, And celebrate our drink?
Pom. Let's ha’t, good soldier.
Ant. Come, let us 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 musick :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. [Musick plays. ENOBARBUS places them hand in hand,
Come, thou monarch of the vine,
Cæs. 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 Enobarbe Is weaker than the wine; and mine own tongue Splits what it speaks: the wild disguise hath almost Antick'd us all. What needs more words ? Good
Pom. I'll try you o'the shore.
Pom. O, Antony,
[Exeunt POMPEY, CÆSAR, Antony, and At
tendants. Menas, I'll not on shore.
Men. No, to my cabin.-