Pomp. How fhall that be? Men. But entertain it, And though you think me poor, I am the man Pomp. Haft thou drunk well? Men. No, Pompey, I have kept me from the cup. Thou art, if thou dar'ft be, the earthly Jove: What e'er the Ocean pales, or Sky inclips, Is thine, if thou wilt ha't. Pomp. Shew me which way. Men. These three World-fharers, thefe Competitors, Are in thy Veffel. Let me cut the cable : And when we are put off, fall to their throats: All then is thine. Pomp. Ah, this thou shouldst have done, And not have fpoken on't. In me, 'tis villany; I'll never follow thy pall'd fortunes more; Who feeks and will not take, when once 'tis offer'd, Pomp. This health to Lepidus. Ant. Bear him afhore, I'll pledge it for him, Pompey. Eno. Here's to thee, Menas. Men. Enobarbus, welcome. Pomp. Fill 'till the Cup be hid. Eno. There's a strong fellow, Menas. Men. Why? [Pointing to Lepidus. Eno. He bears the third part of the world, man! fee'it not. Men. The third part then is drunk ; 'would, it were all, That it might go on wheels! Eno. Drink thou, encrease the reels. Men. Come. Pomp. Pomp. This is not an Alexandrian Feast. Ant. It ripens towards it; ftrike the veffels, hoa. Here is to Cafar. Caf. I could well forbear it; It's monstrous labour when I wash my brain, Ant. Be a child o'th' time. Caf. Poffefs it, I'll make answer; but I had rather Fast from all, four days, than drink fo much in one. Eno. Ha, my brave Emperor, fhall we dance now the Egyptian Bacchanals, and celebrate our Drink ? · Pomp. Let's ha't, good Soldier. Ant. Come, let's all take hands ; "Till that the conquering wine hath steept our sense In foft and delicate Lethe. Eno. All take hands: Make battery to our ears with the loud mufick, [Mufick plays. Enobarbus places them hand in hand. The SON G. Come, thou Monarch of the Vine, (16) The Holding ev'ry Man fball beat as loud, As bis ftrong Sides can volly. A Boy is defign'd here to fing a Song, and all the Company are to join in the Burden, which the Poet ftiles, the Holding. But how were they to beat this with their Sides? If they were, at a certain Part of the Tune, either to have clap'd their Hands, or ftamp'd with their Feet, I fhould have underflood this as Beating. I am perfuaded, the Poet wrote: The Holding ev'ry Man fhall bear, as loud As bis ftrong Sides can volly. The Breaft and Sides are immediately concern'd in ftraining to fing as loud and forcibly as a Man can. F 5 Caf. Caf. What would you more? Pompey, good night. Let me request you off; our graver business Pomp. I'll try you on the shore. Ant. And fhall, Sir; give's your hand. Pomp. Oh, Antony, you have my father's houfe. But, what! we're friends; come down into the boat. Men. I'll not on fhore. No, to my cabin --- thefe drums! Thefe trumpets, flutes! what! Let Neptune hear, we bid a loud farewel To these great fellows. Sound, and be hang'd, found out. [Sound a flourish, with drums. Eno. Hoo, fays 'a! there's my cap. Men. Hoa! ACT ACT III. SCENE, a Camp in a Part of Syria. Enter Ventidius, as after Conqueft; the dead body of Pacorus borne before him, Silius, Roman Soldiers, and Attendants. VENTIDIU S. OW, darting Parthia, art thou ftruck; and now Pleas'd Fortune does of Marcus Craffus' death Make me revenger. Bear the King's fon's body Before our Hoft; thy Pacorus, Orodes, Pays this for Marcus Craffus. Sil. Noble Ventidius, Whilft yet with Parthian blood thy fword is warm, The routed fly. So thy grand Captain Antony Put garlands on thy head.. Ven. Oh Silius, Silius, I've done enough. A lower place, note well, May make too great an act: for learn this, Silius, Better to leave undone, than by our deed Acquire too high a fame, when he, we ferve, 's away. Cafar and Antony have ever won More in their officer, than perfon. Soffius, One of my Place in Syria, his Lieutenant, For quick accumulation of renown, Which he atchiev'd by th' minute, loft his Favour. I could I could do more to do Antonius good, But 'twould offend him; and in his offence Sil. Thou haft, Ventidius, that, without the which A foldier and his fword grants scarce diftinction: Thou wilt write to Antony? Ven. I'll humbly fignify what in his name, Sil. Where is he now? Ven. He purpofeth to Athens; with what haste The weight we must convey with's will permit, We fhall appear before him. On, there ; Agr SCENE changes to Rome. -país along. [Exeunt. Enter Agrippa at one door, Enobarbus at another. WE HAT, are the brothers parted? 'The other three are fealing. Octavia weeps, Agr. 'Tis a noble Lepidus. Eno. A very fine one; oh, how he loves Cæfar! Ene. Would you praife Cafar, fay,Cafar; go no further. Agr. Indeed, he plied them both with excellent praises. Eno. But he loves Cæfar beft, yet he loves Antony : Ho! hearts, tongues, figure, fcribes, bards, poets, cannot |