On board POMPEY'S Galley off Misenum. |
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Music. Enter two or three Servants, with a banquet. |
First Serv. Here they'll be, man. Some o' their plants are ill-rooted already; the least wind i' the world will blow them down. |
Sec. Serv. Lepidus is high-coloured. |
First Serv. They have made him drink almsdrink. |
Sec. Serv. As they pinch one another by the disposition, he cries out, 'No more;' reconciles them to his entreaty, and himself to the drink. |
First Serv. But it raises the greater war between him and his discretion. |
Sec. 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 partisan I could not heave. |
First 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. |
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A sennet sounded. Enter CÆSAR, ANTONY, LEPIDUS, POMPEY, AGRIPPA, MECÆNAS, ENOBARBUS, MENAS, with other Captains. |
Ant. 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 |
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. |
Lep. You've strange serpents there. |
Ant. Ay, Lepidus. |
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. |
Pom. Sit,—and some wine! A health to Lepidus! |
Lep. I am not so well as I should be, but I'll ne'er out. |
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. |
Pom. Say in mine ear; what is't? |
Men. Forsake thy seat, I do beseech thee, captain, |
And hear me speak a word. |
Pom. Forbear me till anon. |
This wine for Lepidus! |
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 it 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 it 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. Go hang, sir, hang! Tell me of that? away! |
Do as I bid you. Where's this cup I call'd for? |
Men. If for the sake of merit thou wilt hear me, |
Rise from thy stool. |
Pom. I think thou'rt mad. The matter? [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 sayst thou? |
Men. Wilt thou be lord of the whole world? That's twice. |
Pom. How should that be? |
Men. But entertain it, |
And though 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 ha'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 shouldst have done, |
And not have spoke on't. In me 'tis villany; |
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. Desist, and drink. |
Men. [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. |
Pom. This health to Lepidus! |
Ant. Bear him ashore. I'll pledge it for him, Pompey. |
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. A' bears the third part of the world, man; see'st not? |
Men. The third part then is drunk; would it were all, |
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! |
Cæs. I could well forbear't. |
It's monstrous labour, when I wash my brain, |
And it grows fouler. |
Ant. Be a child o' the time. |
Cæs. Possess it, I'll make answer; |
But I had rather fast from all four days |
Than drink so much in one. |
Eno. [To ANTONY.] Ha! my brave emperor; |
Shall we dance now the Egyptian Bacchanals, |
And celebrate our drink? |
Pom. 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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| SONG. |
| Come, thou monarch of the vine, |
| Plumpy Bacchus, with pink eyne! |
| 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! |
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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 Enobarb |
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 night. |
Good Antony, your hand. |
Pom. I'll try you on 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 Attendants. |
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. Hoo! says a'. There's my cap. |
Men. Hoo! noble captain! come. [Exeunt |
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