ACT 2, SCENE 7: On board POMPEY's galley, off Misenum.

[Music plays. Enter two or three Servants with
a banquet]

First Servant: Here they'll be, man. Some o' their
plants are ill-rooted already: the least wind i' the
world will blow them down.

Second Servant: Lepidus is high-coloured.

First Servant: They have made him drink alms-                                            [5]

Second Servant: As they pinch one another by the
disposition, he cries out 'No more;' reconciles them
to his entreaty, and himself to the drink.

First Servant: But it raises the greater war between                                        [10]
him and his discretion.

Second Servant: Why, this 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 partisan I could not heave.

First Servant: To be called into a huge sphere, and not to be seen              [15]
to move in't, are the holes where eyes should be,
which pitifully disaster the cheeks.

[A sennet sounded. Enter OCTAVIUS CAESAR, MARK
ENOBARBUS , MENAS, with other captains]

MARK ANTONY: [To OCTAVIUS CAESAR] Thus do they, sir: they take
the flow o' the Nile By certain scales i' the pyramid; they know,
By the height, the lowness, or the mean, if dearth                             [20]
Or foison follow: the higher Nilus swells,
The more it promises: as it ebbs, the seedsman
Upon the slime and ooze scatters his grain,
And shortly comes to harvest.

LEPIDUS: You've strange serpents there.                                                          [25]

MARK ANTONY: Ay, Lepidus.

LEPIDUS: Your serpent of Egypt is bred now of your mud by the
operation of your sun: so is your crocodile.

MARK ANTONY: They are so.

POMPEY: Sit,--and some wine! A health to Lepidus!                                   [30]

LEPIDUS: I am not so well as I should be, but I'll ne'er

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

LEPIDUS: Nay, certainly, I have heard the Ptolemies'                                   [35]
pyramises are very goodly things; without
contradiction, I have heard that.

MENAS: [Aside to POMPEY]                Pompey, a word.

POMPEY: [Aside to MENAS]                Say in mine ear: what is't?

MENAS: [Aside to POMPEY] Forsake thy seat, I do beseech thee, captain,
And hear me speak a word.

POMPEY: [Aside to MENAS] Forbear me till anon.                                       [40]
This wine for Lepidus!

LEPIDUS: What manner o' thing is your crocodile?

MARK ANTONY: 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                    [45]
it; and the elements once out of it, it transmigrates.

LEPIDUS: What colour is it of?

MARK ANTONY: Of it own colour too.

LEPIDUS: 'Tis a strange serpent.

MARK ANTONY: 'Tis so. And the tears of it are wet.                                   [50]

OCTAVIUS CAESAR: Will this description satisfy him?

MARK ANTONY: With the health that Pompey gives him,
else he is a very epicure.

POMPEY: [Aside to MENAS] Go hang, sir, hang! Tell me of that? away!
Do as I bid you. Where's this cup I call'd for?                                      [55]

MENAS: [Aside to POMPEY] If for the sake of merit thou wilt hear me,
Rise from thy stool.

POMPEY: [Aside to MENAS]                I think thou'rt mad. The matter?

[Rises, and walks aside]

MENAS: I have ever held my cap off to thy fortunes.

POMPEY: Thou hast served me with much faith. What's else to say?
Be jolly, lords.                                                                                             [60]

MARK ANTONY:                          These quick-sands, Lepidus,
Keep off them, for you sink.

MENAS: Wilt thou be lord of all the world?

POMPEY:                          What say'st thou?

MENAS: Wilt thou be lord of the whole world? That's twice.

POMPEY: How should that be?

MENAS:                          But entertain it,
And, though thou think me poor, I am the man                               [65]
Will give thee all the world.

POMPEY:                          Hast thou drunk well?

MENAS: Now, Pompey, I have kept me from the cup.
Thou art, if thou darest be, the earthly Jove:
Whate'er the ocean pales, or sky inclips,
Is thine, if thou wilt ha't.                                                                          [70]

POMPEY:                          Show me which way.

MENAS: 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.

POMPEY:           Ah, this thou shouldst have done,
And not have spoke on't! In me 'tis villany;                                       [75]
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;                                     [80]
But must condemn it now. Desist, and drink.

MENAS: [Aside] 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.                                                                          [85]

POMPEY:                This health to Lepidus!

MARK ANTONY: Bear him ashore. I'll pledge it for him, Pompey.

ENOBARBUS : Here's to thee, Menas!

MENAS:                Enobarbus, welcome!

POMPEY: Fill till the cup be hid.

ENOBARBUS : There's a strong fellow, Menas.

[Pointing to the Attendant who carries off LEPIDUS]

MENAS: Why?                                                                                                        [90]

ENOBARBUS : A' bears the third part of the world,
man; see'st not?

MENAS: The third part, then, is drunk: would it were all,
That it might go on wheels!

ENOBARBUS : Drink thou; increase the reels.                                               [95]

MENAS: Come.

POMPEY: This is not yet an Alexandrian feast.

MARK ANTONY: It ripens towards it. Strike the vessels, ho?
Here is to Caesar!

OCTAVIUS CAESAR:                I could well forbear't.
It's monstrous labour, when I wash my brain,                                    [100]
And it grows fouler.

MARK ANTONY:                     Be a child o' the time.

OCTAVIUS CAESAR: Possess it, I'll make answer:
But I had rather fast from all four days
Than drink so much in one.

ENOBARBUS :                          Ha, my brave emperor!


Shall we dance now the Egyptian Bacchanals,                                    [105]
And celebrate our drink?

POMPEY:                    Let's ha't, good soldier.

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

ENOBARBUS :                     All take hands.
Make battery to our ears with the loud music:                                    [110]
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]

           THE SONG.
Come, thou monarch of the vine,
Plumpy Bacchus with pink eyne!                                                           [115]
In thy fats 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!

OCTAVIUS CAESAR: What would you more? Pompey, good night. Good brother,  [120]
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 Enobarb
Is weaker than the wine; and mine own tongue
Splits what it speaks: the wild disguise hath almost                          [125]
Antick'd us all. What needs more words? Good night.
Good Antony, your hand.

POMPEY:                          I'll try you on the shore.

MARK ANTONY: And shall, sir; give's your hand.

POMPEY:                          O Antony,
You have my father's house,--But, what? we are friends.
     Come, down into the boat.

ENOBARBUS : Take heed you fall not.                                                            [130]

[Exeunt all but ENOBARBUS and MENAS]

MENAS: 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 hang'd, sound out!

[Sound a flourish, with drums]

ENOBARBUS : Ho! says a' There's my cap.                                                     [135]

MENAS: Ho! Noble captain, come.


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