Measures of wheat to Rome: this 'greed upon,
To part with unhackt edges, and bear back
Our targe undinted.

Omnes. That's our offer.
Pomp. Know then,

I came before you here, a man prepar'd
To take this offer: But Mark Antony
Put me to fome impatience.-Though I lofe
The praise of it by telling, you must know,
When Cæfar and your Brother were at blows,
Your Mother came to Sicily, and did find
Her welcome friendly.

Ant. I have heard it, Pompey,

And am well studied for a liberal thanks,
Which I do owe you.

Pomp. Let me have

your hand:

I did not think, Sir, to have met you here.

Ant. The beds i'th' East are foft; and thanks to you, That call'd me timelier than my purpopfe hither: For I've gain'd by it.

Caf. Since I faw

you

laft,

There is a change upon you.

Pomp. Well, I know not,

What counts hard fortune cafts upon my face;
But in my bofom fhe fhall never come,

To make my heart her vaffal.

Lep. Well met here.

Pomp. I hope fo, Lepidus, thus we are agreed: I crave, our compofition may be written

And feal'd between us.

Caf. That's the next to do.

Pomp. We'll feaft each other, ere we part, and let's

Draw lots who fhall begin.

Ant. That I will, Pompey.

Pomp. No, Antony, take the lot:

But, firft or laft, your fine Egyptian cookery
Shall have the fame. I've heard, that Julius Cæfar
Grew fat with feafting there.

Ant. You have heard much.
Pomp. I have fair meaning, Sir.

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Ant.

Ant. And fair words to them.

Pomp. Then fo much have I heard.
And I have heard, Apollodorus carried.
Eno. No more of that: he did fo.
Pomp. What, I pray you?

Eno. A certain Queen to Cæfar in a mattress.
Pomp. I know thee now, how far'ft thou, Soldier ?

Eno. Well;

And well am like to do; for, I perceive,
Four Feafts are toward.

Pomp. Let me shake thy hand,

I never hated thee: I have feen thee fight,
When I have envied thy behaviour.

Eno. Sir,

I never lov'd you much, but I ha' prais'd ye,
When have well deferv'd ten times as much
As I have faid you did.

you

Pomp. Enjoy thy plainness,

It nothing ill becomes thee;

Aboard my Galley I invite you all.

Will you lead, Lords?

All. Shew's the way, Sir.

Pomp. Come.

[Exeunt. Manent Enob. and Menas.

Men. Thy Father, Pompey, would ne'er have made this Treaty.

You and I have known, Sir.

Eno. At fea, I think.

Men. We have, Sir.

Eno. You have done well by water.

Men. And you by land.

Eno. I will praife any man that will praife me, though it cannot be denied what I have done by land.

Men. Nor what I have done by water.

Eno. Yes, fomething you can deny for your own fafety: you have been a great thief by fea. Men. And you by land.

Eno. There I deny my land-fervice; but give me your hand, Menas, if our eyes had authority, here they might take two thieves kiffing.

Men. All men's faces are true, whatfo'er their hands are.

Eno.

Eno. But there is ne'er a fair woman, has a true face.
Men. No flander—they steal hearts.
Eno. We came hither to fight with you.

Men. For my part, I am forry it is turn'd to a Drinking. Pompey doth this day laugh away his fortune. Eno. If he do, fure, he cannot weep't back again. Men. You've faid, Sir; we look'd not for Mark Antony here; pray you, is he married to Cleopatra? Eno. Cafar's Sifter is called Octavia.

Men. True, Sir, fhe was the Wife of Caius Marcellus. Eno. But now fhe is the Wife of Marcus Antonius.

Men. Pray ye, Sir?

Eno. 'Tis true.

Men. Then is Cafar and he for ever knit together. Eno. If I were bound to divine of this Unity, I would not prophefy fo.

Men. I think, the policy of that purpofe made more in the marriage, than the love of the parties.

Eno. I think fo too. But you fhall find, the band, that seems to tie the friendship together, will be the very ftrangler of their amity: Octavia is of a holy, cold, and ftill converfation.

Men. Who would not have his Wife fo?

Eno. Not he, that himself is not fo; which is Mark Antony. He will to his Egytian Dish again; then fhall the fighs of Octavia blow the fire up in Cafar, and, as I faid before, that which is the ftrength of their amity, fhall prove the immediate author of their variance. Antony will use his affection where it is: He married but his occafion here.

Men. And thus it may be. Come, Sir, will you aboard? I have a health for you.

Eno. I fhall take it, Sir: we have us'd our throats in Egypt.

Men. Come, let's away.

[Exeunt.

SCENE, on Board Pompey's Galley.

Mufick plays. Enter two or three Servants with
Banquet.

Serv.

H

ERE they'll be, man: fome o'their plants are ill rooted already, the leaft wind i'th' world will blow them down.

2 Serv. Lepidus is high-colour'd.

1 Serv. They have made him drink alms-drink. 2 Serv. As they pinch one another by the difpofition, he cries out, no more; reconciles them to his entreaty, and himself to th' Drink.

I Ser. But it raises the greater war between him and his difcretion.

2 Serv. Why, this it is to have a name in great men's fellowship: I had as lieve have a reed that will do me no fervice, as a Partizan I could not heave.

I Serv. To be call'd into a huge fphere, and not to be feen to move in't, are the holes where eyes should be, which pitifully difafter the cheeks.

Trumpets. Enter Cæfar, Antony, Pompey, Lepidus, Agrippa, Mecanas, Enobarbus, Menas, with other Captains.

Ant. Thus do they, Sir: they take the flow o'th' Nile By certain fcale i'th' pyramid; they know,

By th' height, the lownefs, or the mean, if dearth,
Or foizon, follow. The higher Nilus fwells,
The more it promifes; as it ebbs, the Seedfman
Upon the flime and ooze fcatters his grain,
And fhortly comes to harvest.

Lep. You've ftrange ferpents there.

Ant. Ay, Lepidus.

Lep. Your ferpent of Egypt is bred now of your by the operation of your Sun; fo is your Crocodile. Ant. They are fo.

Pomp. Sirrah, fome wine! a health to Lepidus.

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Lep.

Lep. I am not so as I fhould be:

But I'll ne'er out.

Eno. Not 'till you have flept; I fear me, you'll be in, 'till then.

Lep. Nay, certainly, I have heard, the Ptolomey's Pyramifis are very goodly things; without contradiction, I have heard that.

Men. Pompey, a word.

Pomp. Say in mine ear, what is't?

[Afide.

Men. Forfake thy feat, I do befeech thee, Captain,

And hear me fpeak a word.

Pomp. Forbear me, 'till anon.

This wine for Lefidus.

[Whispers.

Lep. What manner o'thing is your Crocodile ?

Ant. It is fhap'd, Sir, like itfelf; and it is as broad as it hath breadth; it is juft fo 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 it's own colour too.

Lep. 'Tis a ftrange ferpent.

Ant. 'Tis fo, and the tears of it are wet.
Caf. Will this defcription fatisfy him?

Ant. With the health that Pompey gives him, else he is a very Epicure.

Pomp. Go hang, Sir, hang! tell me of that? away! Do as I bid you. Where's the Cup 1 call'd for? Men. If for the fake of merit thou wilt hear me, Rife from thy ftool.

Pomp. I think, thou'rt mad; the matter?

Men. I have ever held my cap off to thy fortunes. Pomp. Thou haft ferv'd me with much faith: what's

elfe to say? be jolly, Lords.

Ant. Thefe quick-fands, Lepidus,

Keep off them, 'fore you fink.

Men. Wilt thou be Lord of all the world?

Pomp. What fay'st thou?

Men. Wilt't thou be Lord of the whole world? that's

twice..

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Pomp.