ACT II SCENE VI | Near Misenum. | |
[
Flourish. Enter POMPEY and MENAS at one door,
with drum and trumpet: at another, OCTAVIUS CAESAR,
MARK ANTONY, LEPIDUS, DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS, MECAENAS,
with Soldiers marching
] |
POMPEY | Your hostages I have, so have you mine; |
| And we shall talk before we fight. |
OCTAVIUS CAESAR | Most meet |
| That first we come to words; and therefore have we |
| Our written purposes before us sent; | 5 |
| Which, if thou hast consider'd, let us know |
| If 'twill tie up thy discontented sword, |
| And carry back to Sicily much tall youth |
| That else must perish here. |
POMPEY | To you all three, | 10 |
| The senators alone of this great world, |
| Chief factors for the gods, I do not know |
| Wherefore my father should revengers want, |
| Having a son and friends; since Julius Caesar, |
| Who at Philippi the good Brutus ghosted, | 15 |
| There saw you labouring for him. What was't |
| That moved pale Cassius to conspire; and what |
| Made the all-honour'd, honest Roman, Brutus, |
| With the arm'd rest, courtiers and beauteous freedom, |
| To drench the Capitol; but that they would | 20 |
| Have one man but a man? And that is it |
| Hath made me rig my navy; at whose burthen |
| The anger'd ocean foams; with which I meant |
| To scourge the ingratitude that despiteful Rome |
| Cast on my noble father. | 25 |
OCTAVIUS CAESAR | Take your time. |
MARK ANTONY | Thou canst not fear us, Pompey, with thy sails; |
| We'll speak with thee at sea: at land, thou know'st |
| How much we do o'er-count thee. |
POMPEY | At land, indeed, | 30 |
| Thou dost o'er-count me of my father's house: |
| But, since the cuckoo builds not for himself, |
| Remain in't as thou mayst. |
LEPIDUS | Be pleased to tell us-- |
| For this is from the present--how you take | 35 |
| The offers we have sent you. |
OCTAVIUS CAESAR | There's the point. |
MARK ANTONY | Which do not be entreated to, but weigh |
| What it is worth embraced. |
OCTAVIUS CAESAR | And what may follow, | 40 |
| To try a larger fortune. |
POMPEY | You have made me offer |
| Of Sicily, Sardinia; and I must |
| Rid all the sea of pirates; then, to send |
| Measures of wheat to Rome; this 'greed upon | 45 |
| To part with unhack'd edges, and bear back |
| Our targes undinted. |
LEPIDUS | That's our offer. |
POMPEY | Know, then, |
| I came before you here a man prepared | 50 |
| To take this offer: but Mark Antony |
| Put me to some impatience: though I lose |
| The praise of it by telling, you must know, |
| When Caesar and your brother were at blows, |
| Your mother came to Sicily and did find | 55 |
| Her welcome friendly. |
MARK ANTONY | I have heard it, Pompey; |
| And am well studied for a liberal thanks |
| Which I do owe you. |
POMPEY | Let me have your hand: | 60 |
| I did not think, sir, to have met you here. |
MARK ANTONY | The beds i' the east are soft; and thanks to you, |
| That call'd me timelier than my purpose hither; |
| For I have gain'd by 't. |
OCTAVIUS CAESAR | Since I saw you last, | 65 |
| There is a change upon you. |
POMPEY | Well, I know not |
| What counts harsh fortune casts upon my face; |
| But in my bosom shall she never come, |
| To make my heart her vassal. | 70 |
LEPIDUS | Well met here. |
POMPEY | I hope so, Lepidus. Thus we are agreed: |
| I crave our composition may be written, |
| And seal'd between us. |
OCTAVIUS CAESAR | That's the next to do. | 75 |
POMPEY | We'll feast each other ere we part; and let's |
| Draw lots who shall begin. |
MARK ANTONY | That will I, Pompey. |
POMPEY | No, Antony, take the lot: but, first
|
| Or last, your fine Egyptian cookery | 80 |
| Shall have the fame. I have heard that Julius Caesar |
| Grew fat with feasting there. |
MARK ANTONY | You have heard much. |
POMPEY | I have fair meanings, sir. |
MARK ANTONY | And fair words to them. | 85 |
POMPEY | Then so much have I heard: |
| And I have heard, Apollodorus carried-- |
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | No more of that: he did so. |
POMPEY | What, I pray you? |
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | A certain queen to Caesar in a mattress. | 90 |
POMPEY | I know thee now: how farest thou, soldier? |
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | Well; |
| And well am like to do; for, I perceive, |
| Four feasts are toward. |
POMPEY | Let me shake thy hand; | 95 |
| I never hated thee: I have seen thee fight, |
| When I have envied thy behavior. |
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | Sir, |
| I never loved you much; but I ha' praised ye, |
| When you have well deserved ten times as much | 100 |
| As I have said you did. |
POMPEY | Enjoy thy plainness, |
| It nothing ill becomes thee. |
| Aboard my galley I invite you all: |
| Will you lead, lords? | 105 |
LEPIDUS | Show us the way, sir. |
POMPEY | Come. |
[Exeunt all but MENAS and ENOBARBUS] |
MENAS | [Aside] Thy father, Pompey, would ne'er have
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| made this treaty.--You and I have known, sir. |
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | At sea, I think. | 110 |
MENAS | We have, sir. |
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | You have done well by water. |
MENAS | And you by land. |
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | I will praise any man that will praise me; though it |
| cannot be denied what I have done by land. | 115 |
MENAS | Nor what I have done by water. |
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | Yes, something you can deny for your own |
| safety: you have been a great thief by sea. |
MENAS | And you by land. |
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | There I deny my land service. But give me your | 120 |
| hand, Menas: if our eyes had authority, here they |
| might take two thieves kissing. |
MENAS | All men's faces are true, whatsome'er their hands are. |
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | But there is never a fair woman has a true face. |
MENAS | No slander; they steal hearts. | 125 |
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | We came hither to fight with you. |
MENAS | For my part, I am sorry it is turned to a drinking. |
| Pompey doth this day laugh away his fortune. |
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | If he do, sure, he cannot weep't back again. |
MENAS | You've said, sir. We looked not for Mark Antony | 130 |
| here: pray you, is he married to Cleopatra? |
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | Caesar's sister is called Octavia. |
MENAS | True, sir; she was the wife of Caius Marcellus. |
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | But she is now the wife of Marcus Antonius. |
MENAS | Pray ye, sir? | 135 |
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | 'Tis true. |
MENAS | Then is Caesar and he for ever knit together. |
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | If I were bound to divine of this unity, I would |
| not prophesy so. |
MENAS | I think the policy of that purpose made more in the | 140 |
| marriage than the love of the parties. |
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | I think so too. But you shall find, the band that |
| seems to tie their friendship together will be the |
| very strangler of their amity: Octavia is of a |
| holy, cold, and still conversation. | 145 |
MENAS | Who would not have his wife so? |
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | Not he that himself is not so; which is Mark Antony. |
| He will to his Egyptian dish again: then shall the |
| sighs of Octavia blow the fire up in Caesar; and, as |
| I said before, that which is the strength of their | 150 |
| amity shall prove the immediate author of their |
| variance. Antony will use his affection where it is: |
| he married but his occasion here. |
MENAS | And thus it may be. Come, sir, will you aboard? |
| I have a health for you. | 155 |
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | I shall take it, sir: we have used our throats in Egypt. |
MENAS | Come, let's away. |
[Exeunt] |