| ACT II SCENE I | Messina. POMPEY's house. | |
| | Enter POMPEY, MENECRATES, and MENAS, inwarlike manner | |
| POMPEY | If the great gods be just, they shall assist | |
| | The deeds of justest men. | |
| MENECRATES | Know, worthy Pompey, | |
| | That what they do delay, they not deny. | 5 |
| POMPEY | Whiles we are suitors to their throne, decays | |
| | The thing we sue for. | |
| MENECRATES | We, ignorant of ourselves, | |
| | Beg often our own harms, which the wise powers | |
| | Deny us for our good; so find we profit | 10 |
| | By losing of our prayers. | |
| POMPEY | I shall do well: | |
| | The people love me, and the sea is mine; | |
| | My powers are crescent, and my auguring hope | |
| | Says it will come to the full. Mark Antony | 15 |
| | In Egypt sits at dinner, and will make | |
| | No wars without doors: Caesar gets money where | |
| | He loses hearts: Lepidus flatters both, | |
| | Of both is flatter'd; but he neither loves, | |
| | Nor either cares for him. | 20 |
| MENAS | Caesar and Lepidus | |
| | Are in the field: a mighty strength they carry. | |
| POMPEY | Where have you this? 'tis false. | |
| MENAS | From Silvius, sir. | |
| POMPEY | He dreams: I know they are in Rome together, | 25 |
| | Looking for Antony. But all the charms of love, | |
| | Salt Cleopatra, soften thy waned lip! | |
| | Let witchcraft join with beauty, lust with both! | |
| | Tie up the libertine in a field of feasts, | |
| | Keep his brain fuming; Epicurean cooks | 30 |
| | Sharpen with cloyless sauce his appetite; | |
| | That sleep and feeding may prorogue his honour | |
| | Even till a Lethe'd dulness! | |
| | Enter VARRIUS | |
| | How now, Varrius! | |
| VARRIUS | This is most certain that I shall deliver: | 35 |
| | Mark Antony is every hour in Rome | |
| | Expected: since he went from Egypt 'tis | |
| | A space for further travel. | |
| POMPEY | I could have given less matter | |
| | A better ear. Menas, I did not think | 40 |
| | This amorous surfeiter would have donn'd his helm | |
| | For such a petty war: his soldiership | |
| | Is twice the other twain: but let us rear | |
| | The higher our opinion, that our stirring | |
| | Can from the lap of Egypt's widow pluck | 45 |
| | The ne'er-lust-wearied Antony. | |
| MENAS | I cannot hope | |
| | Caesar and Antony shall well greet together: | |
| | His wife that's dead did trespasses to Caesar; | |
| | His brother warr'd upon him; although, I think, | 50 |
| | Not moved by Antony. | |
| POMPEY | I know not, Menas, | |
| | How lesser enmities may give way to greater. | |
| | Were't not that we stand up against them all, | |
| | 'Twere pregnant they should square between | 55 |
| | themselves; | |
| | For they have entertained cause enough | |
| | To draw their swords: but how the fear of us | |
| | May cement their divisions and bind up | |
| | The petty difference, we yet not know. | 60 |
| | Be't as our gods will have't! It only stands | |
| | Our lives upon to use our strongest hands. | |
| | Come, Menas. | |
| | Exeunt | |