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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. Of its own colour too.
Lep. 'Tis a strange serpent.
Ant. 'Tis so. And the tears of it are wet.
Cæs. Will this description satisfy him?

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,
Keep off them, for you sink.

Men. Wilt thou be lord of all the world?
Pom. What say'st thou ?
Men. Wilt thou be lord of the whole world? That's

Pom. How should that be?
Men. But entertain it, and,
Although thou think me poor, I am the man

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,

[ Aside.
I'll never follow thy pall’d fortunes more.-
Who seeks, and will not take, when once 'tis offerid,
Shall never find it more.

Pom. This health to Lepidus.
Ant. Bear him ashore.- I'll pledge it for him, Pom-

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

[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

That it might go on wheels !

Eno. Drink thou ; increase the reels.
Men. Come.
Pom. This is not yet an Alexandrian feast.

Ant. It ripens towards it.-Strike the vessels, ho! Here is to Cæsar.

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

Ant. Be a child o'the time.
Cas. Possess it, I'll make answer: but I had rather

From all, four days, than drink so much in one.

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,
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!

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

Good Antony, your hand.

Pom. I'll try you o'the shore.
Ant. And shall, sir : give's your hand.

Pom. O, Antony,
You have my father's house,—But what? we are friends:
Come, down into the boat.
Eno. Take heed you fall not.-

[Exeunt POMPEY, CÆSAR, Antony, and At

tendants. Menas, I'll not on shore.

Men. 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 hang’d, sound out.

(A flourish of trumpets, with drums. Eno, Ho, says 'a !—There's my cap.

Men. Ho !-noble captain ! Come.


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