Upon the flime and ooze scatters his grain,
And shortly comes to harvest.

Lep. You have strange ferpents there.

Ant. Ay, Lepidus.

Lep. Your ferpent of Egypt is bred now of your mud by the operation of your fun : fo is your crocodile.

Ant. They are so.

Pom. Sit, and some wine.-A health to Lepidus.
Lep. I am not fo well as I fhould 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.

[Afide.

Say in mine ear: What is't? Men. Forfake thy feat, I do beseech thee, captain,

And hear me speak a word.

Pom.

This wine for Lepidus.

[Afide.

Forbear me till anon.

Lep. What manner o' thing is your crocodile ?

Ant. It is fhaped, fir, like it felf; 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 tranfmigrates.

Lep. What colour is it of?

Ant. Of its own colour too.

Lep. 'Tis a ftrange ferpent.

Ant. 'Tis fo. And the tears of it are wet.

Caf. Will this description fatisfy him?

Ant. With the health that Pompey gives him, elfe he is a very epicure.

Pom

Pom. [To MENAS afide.] Go, hang, fir, hang! Tell me

of that? away!

Do as I bid you.-Where's this cup I call'd for?
Men. If for the fake of merit thou wilt hear me,
Rife from thy ftool.

Pom.

[Afide.

I think, thou'rt mad. The matter?

[Rifes, and walks afide.

Men. I have ever held my cap off to thy fortunes. Pom. Thou haft ferv'd me with much faith: What's else to say?

Be jolly, lords.

Ant.

These quick-fands, Lepidus,

Keep off them, for you fink.

Men. Wilt thou be lord of all the world?

Pom.

What fay'st thou ?

Men. Wilt thou be lord of the whole world? That's

twice.

Pom. How fhould that be?

Men.

But entertain it, and,

Although thou think me poor, I am the man

Will give thee all the world.

Pom.

Haft thou drunk well?

Men. No, Pompey, I have kept me from the cup. Thou art, if thou dar'ft 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-fharers, these competitors, Are in thy veffel: 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 fo betray'd thine act: Being done unknown,
I should have found it afterwards well done;
But must condemn it now. Defift, and drink.
Men. For this,

I'll never follow thy pall'd fortunes more.

[Afide.

Who feeks, and will not take, when once 'tis offer'd,
Shall never find it more.

Pom.

This health to Lepidus.

Ant. Bear him afhore.-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.

Men.

Eno.

[Pointing to the Attendant who carries off LEPIDUS.

Why?

He bears

The third part of the world, man; See'ft 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 Cæfar.

Caf.

I could well forbear it.

It's monftrous labour, when I wash my brain,

And it

Ant.

grows fouler.

Be a child o' the time.

Caf. Poffefs it, I'll make answer: but 1 had rather faft From all, four days, than drink fo much in one.

Eno. Ha, my brave emperor!

[TO ANTONY.

Shall

Shall we dance now the Egyptian Bacchanals,

And celebrate our drink?

Pom.

Let's ha't, good foldier.

Ant. Come, let us all take hands;

Till that the conquering wine hath steep'd our sense
In foft and delicate Lethe.

Eno.

All take hands.

Make battery to our ears with the loud mufick :-
The while, I'll place you: Then the boy shall fing;
The holding every man shall bear, as loud

As his strong fides can volley.

[Mufick plays. ENOBARBUS places them hand in hand.

Caf. 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 fee, we have burnt our cheeks: ftrong 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 night.-
Good Antony, your hand.

Pom.

I'll try you o' the shore. Ant. And fhall, fir: give's your hand.

Pom.

E

O, Antony,

You

You have my father's house,-But what? we are friends:

Come, down into the boat.

Eno.

Take heed you fall not.[Exeunt POM. CAS. ANT. and Attendants.

Menas, I'll not on fhore.

Men.

No, to my cabin.

These drums !—thefe trumpets, flutes! what !—
Let Neptune hear we bid a loud farewell

To these great fellows: Sound, and be hang'd, found [A flourish of trumpets, with drums.

out.

Eno. Ho, fays 'a!-There's my cap.

Men.

Come.

Ho!-noble captain! [Exeunt.

ACT