ACT II SCENE I | Messina. Pompey's house. | |
[
Enter POMPEY, MENECRATES, and MENAS, in
warlike 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. |
POMPEY | Whiles we are suitors to their throne, decays | 5 |
| 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 |
| By losing of our prayers. | 10 |
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 |
| In Egypt sits at dinner, and will make | 15 |
| 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. |
MENAS | Caesar and Lepidus | 20 |
| 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, |
| Looking for Antony. But all the charms of love, | 25 |
| 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 |
| Sharpen with cloyless sauce his appetite; | 30 |
| 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: |
| Mark Antony is every hour in Rome | 35 |
| 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 |
| This amorous surfeiter would have donn'd his helm | 40 |
| 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 |
| The ne'er-lust-wearied Antony. | 45 |
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, |
| Not moved by Antony. | 50 |
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 |
| themselves; | 55 |
| 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. |
| Be't as our gods will have't! It only stands | 60 |
| Our lives upon to use our strongest hands. |
| Come, Menas. |
[Exeunt] |