| ACT II SCENE VII | On board POMPEY's galley, off Misenum. | |
| | Music plays. Enter two or three Servants witha 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. | 5 |
| First Servant | They have made him drink alms-drink. | |
| 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 him and | 10 |
| | 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, MARKANTONY, LEPIDUS, POMPEY, AGRIPPA, MECAENAS,DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS, MENAS, with other captains | |
| MARK ANTONY | To OCTAVIUS CAESAR | |
| | 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 out. | |
| DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | Not till you have slept; I fear me you'll be in till then. | |
| LEPIDUS | Nay, certainly, I have heard the Ptolemies' | |
| | pyramises are very goodly things; without | |
| | contradiction, I have heard that. | 35 |
| MENAS | Aside to POMPEY | |
| POMPEY | Aside to MENAS | |
| | what is't? | |
| MENAS | Aside to POMPEY | |
| | thee, captain, | |
| | And hear me speak a word. | |
| POMPEY | Aside to MENAS | |
| | This wine for Lepidus! | |
| LEPIDUS | What manner o' thing is your crocodile? | 40 |
| 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 it; and the elements once out of | |
| | it, it transmigrates. | 45 |
| 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. | |
| OCTAVIUS CAESAR | Will this description satisfy him? | 50 |
| MARK ANTONY | With the health that Pompey gives him, else he is a | |
| | very epicure. | |
| POMPEY | Aside to MENAS | |
| | that? away! | |
| | Do as I bid you. Where's this cup I call'd for? | |
| MENAS | Aside to POMPEY | |
| | wilt hear me, | 55 |
| | Rise from thy stool. | |
| POMPEY | Aside to MENAS | |
| | 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. | 65 |
| POMPEY | How should that be? | |
| MENAS | But entertain it, | |
| | And, though thou think me poor, I am the man | |
| | Will give thee all the world. | |
| POMPEY | Hast thou drunk well? | 70 |
| 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. | |
| POMPEY | Show me which way. | 75 |
| 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, | 80 |
| | 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, | 85 |
| | I should have found it afterwards well done; | |
| | But must condemn it now. Desist, and drink. | |
| MENAS | Aside | |
| | 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. | 90 |
| POMPEY | This health to Lepidus! | |
| MARK ANTONY | Bear him ashore. I'll pledge it for him, Pompey. | |
| DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | Here's to thee, Menas! | |
| MENAS | Enobarbus, welcome! | |
| POMPEY | Fill till the cup be hid. | 95 |
| DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | There's a strong fellow, Menas. | |
| | Pointing to the Attendant who carries off LEPIDUS | |
| MENAS | Why? | |
| DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | A' bears the third part of the world, man; see'st | |
| | not? | |
| MENAS | The third part, then, is drunk: would it were all, | 100 |
| | That it might go on wheels! | |
| DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | Drink thou; increase the reels. | |
| MENAS | Come. | |
| POMPEY | This is not yet an Alexandrian feast. | |
| MARK ANTONY | It ripens towards it. Strike the vessels, ho? | 105 |
| | Here is to Caesar! | |
| OCTAVIUS CAESAR | I could well forbear't. | |
| | It's monstrous labour, when I wash my brain, | |
| | And it grows fouler. | |
| MARK ANTONY | Be a child o' the time. | 110 |
| OCTAVIUS CAESAR | Possess it, I'll make answer: | |
| | But I had rather fast from all four days | |
| | Than drink so much in one. | |
| DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | Ha, my brave emperor! | |
| | To MARK ANTONY | |
| | Shall we dance now the Egyptian Bacchanals, | 115 |
| | 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. | 120 |
| DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | 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. | 125 |
| | Music plays. DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS places themhand in hand | |
| | THE 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: | 130 |
| | 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, | |
| | Let me request you off: our graver business | |
| | Frowns at this levity. Gentle lords, let's part; | 135 |
| | 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. | 140 |
| 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. | 145 |
| DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | Take heed you fall not. | |
| | Exeunt all but DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS and MENAS | |
| | Menas, I'll not on shore. | |
| MENAS | No, to my cabin. | |
| | These drums! these trumpets, flutes! what! | |
| | Let Neptune hear we bid a loud farewell | 150 |
| | To these great fellows: sound and be hang'd, sound out! | |
| | Sound a flourish, with drums | |
| DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | Ho! says a' There's my cap. | |
| MENAS | Ho! Noble captain, come. | |
| | Exeunt | |