ACT II SCENE VII | On board Pompey's galley, off Misenum. | |
[
Music plays. Enter two or three Servants with
a banquet
] |
First Servant | Here they'll be, man. Some o' their plants are |
| ill-rooted already: the least wind i' the world |
| will blow them down. |
Second Servant | Lepidus is high-coloured. |
First Servant | They have made him drink alms-drink. | 5 |
Second Servant | As they pinch one another by the disposition, he |
| cries out 'No more;' reconciles them to his |
| entreaty, and himself to the drink. |
First Servant | But it raises the greater war between him and |
| his discretion. | 10 |
Second Servant | Why, this is to have a name in great men's |
| fellowship: I had as lief have a reed that will do |
| me no service as a partisan I could not heave. |
First Servant | To be called into a huge sphere, and not to be seen |
| to move in't, are the holes where eyes should be, | 15 |
| which pitifully disaster the cheeks. |
[
A sennet sounded. Enter OCTAVIUS CAESAR, MARK
ANTONY, LEPIDUS, POMPEY, AGRIPPA, MECAENAS,
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS, MENAS, with other captains
] |
MARK ANTONY | [To OCTAVIUS CAESAR] Thus do they, sir: they take
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| the flow o' the Nile |
| By certain scales i' the pyramid; they know, |
| By the height, the lowness, or the mean, if dearth | 20 |
| Or foison follow: the higher Nilus swells, |
| The more it promises: as it ebbs, the seedsman |
| Upon the slime and ooze scatters his grain, |
| And shortly comes to harvest. |
LEPIDUS | You've strange serpents there. | 25 |
MARK ANTONY | Ay, Lepidus. |
LEPIDUS | Your serpent of Egypt is bred now of your mud by the |
| operation of your sun: so is your crocodile. |
MARK ANTONY | They are so. |
POMPEY | Sit,--and some wine! A health to Lepidus! | 30 |
LEPIDUS | I am not so well as I should be, but I'll ne'er out. |
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | Not till you have slept; I fear me you'll be in till then. |
LEPIDUS | Nay, certainly, I have heard the Ptolemies' |
| pyramises are very goodly things; without |
| contradiction, I have heard that. | 35 |
MENAS | [Aside to POMPEY] Pompey, a word.
|
POMPEY | [Aside to MENAS] Say in mine ear:
|
| what is't? |
MENAS | [Aside to POMPEY] Forsake thy seat, I do beseech
|
| thee, captain, | 40 |
| And hear me speak a word. |
POMPEY | [Aside to MENAS] Forbear me till anon.
|
| This wine for Lepidus! |
LEPIDUS | What manner o' thing is your crocodile? |
MARK ANTONY | It is shaped, sir, like itself; and it is as broad | 45 |
| 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 transmigrates. |
LEPIDUS | What colour is it of? | 50 |
MARK ANTONY | Of it own colour too. |
LEPIDUS | 'Tis a strange serpent. |
MARK ANTONY | 'Tis so. And the tears of it are wet. |
OCTAVIUS CAESAR | Will this description satisfy him? |
MARK ANTONY | With the health that Pompey gives him, else he is a | 55 |
| very epicure. |
POMPEY | [Aside to MENAS] Go hang, sir, hang! Tell me of
|
| that? away! |
| Do as I bid you. Where's this cup I call'd for? |
MENAS | [Aside to POMPEY] If for the sake of merit thou
| 60 |
| wilt hear me, |
| Rise from thy stool. |
POMPEY | [Aside to MENAS] I think thou'rt mad.
|
| The matter? |
[Rises, and walks aside] |
MENAS | I have ever held my cap off to thy fortunes. | 65 |
POMPEY | Thou hast served me with much faith. What's else to say? |
| Be jolly, lords. |
MARK ANTONY | These quick-sands, Lepidus, |
| Keep off them, for you sink. |
MENAS | Wilt thou be lord of all the world? | 70 |
POMPEY | What say'st thou? |
MENAS | Wilt thou be lord of the whole world? That's twice. |
POMPEY | How should that be? |
MENAS | But entertain it, |
| And, though thou think me poor, I am the man | 75 |
| Will give thee all the world. |
POMPEY | Hast thou drunk well? |
MENAS | Now, Pompey, I have kept me from the cup. |
| Thou art, if thou darest be, the earthly Jove: |
| Whate'er the ocean pales, or sky inclips, | 80 |
| Is thine, if thou wilt ha't. |
POMPEY | Show me which way. |
MENAS | These three world-sharers, these competitors, |
| Are in thy vessel: let me cut the cable; |
| And, when we are put off, fall to their throats: | 85 |
| All there is thine. |
POMPEY | Ah, this thou shouldst have done, |
| And not have spoke on't! In me 'tis villany; |
| In thee't had been good service. Thou must know, |
| 'Tis not my profit that does lead mine honour; | 90 |
| Mine honour, it. Repent that e'er thy tongue |
| Hath so betray'd thine act: being done unknown, |
| I should have found it afterwards well done; |
| But must condemn it now. Desist, and drink. |
MENAS | [Aside] For this,
| 95 |
| I'll never follow thy pall'd fortunes more. |
| Who seeks, and will not take when once 'tis offer'd, |
| Shall never find it more. |
POMPEY | This health to Lepidus! |
MARK ANTONY | Bear him ashore. I'll pledge it for him, Pompey. | 100 |
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | Here's to thee, Menas! |
MENAS | Enobarbus, welcome! |
POMPEY | Fill till the cup be hid. |
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | There's a strong fellow, Menas. |
[Pointing to the Attendant who carries off LEPIDUS] |
MENAS | Why? | 105 |
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | A' bears the third part of the world, man; see'st |
| not? |
MENAS | The third part, then, is drunk: would it were all, |
| That it might go on wheels! |
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | Drink thou; increase the reels. | 110 |
MENAS | Come. |
POMPEY | This is not yet an Alexandrian feast. |
MARK ANTONY | It ripens towards it. Strike the vessels, ho? |
| Here is to Caesar! |
OCTAVIUS CAESAR | I could well forbear't. | 115 |
| It's monstrous labour, when I wash my brain, |
| And it grows fouler. |
MARK ANTONY | Be a child o' the time. |
OCTAVIUS CAESAR | Possess it, I'll make answer: |
| But I had rather fast from all four days | 120 |
| Than drink so much in one. |
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | Ha, my brave emperor! |
[To MARK ANTONY] |
| Shall we dance now the Egyptian Bacchanals, |
| And celebrate our drink? |
POMPEY | Let's ha't, good soldier. | 125 |
MARK ANTONY | Come, let's all take hands, |
| Till that the conquering wine hath steep'd our sense |
| In soft and delicate Lethe. |
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | All take hands. |
| Make battery to our ears with the loud music: | 130 |
| The while I'll place you: then the boy shall sing; |
| The holding every man shall bear as loud |
| As his strong sides can volley. |
[
Music plays. DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS places them
hand in hand
] |
THE SONG. |
| Come, thou monarch of the vine, |
| Plumpy Bacchus with pink eyne! | 135 |
| In thy fats our cares be drown'd, |
| With thy grapes our hairs be crown'd: |
| Cup us, till the world go round, |
| Cup us, till the world go round! |
OCTAVIUS CAESAR | What would you more? Pompey, good night. Good brother, | 140 |
| Let me request you off: our graver business |
| Frowns at this levity. Gentle lords, let's part; |
| You see we have burnt our cheeks: strong Enobarb |
| Is weaker than the wine; and mine own tongue |
| Splits what it speaks: the wild disguise hath almost | 145 |
| Antick'd us all. What needs more words? Good night. |
| Good Antony, your hand. |
POMPEY | I'll try you on the shore. |
MARK ANTONY | And shall, sir; give's your hand. |
POMPEY | O Antony, | 150 |
| You have my father's house,--But, what? we are friends. |
| Come, down into the boat. |
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | Take heed you fall not. |
[Exeunt all but DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS and MENAS] |
| Menas, I'll not on shore. |
MENAS | No, to my cabin. | 155 |
| These drums! these trumpets, flutes! what! |
| Let Neptune hear we bid a loud farewell |
| To these great fellows: sound and be hang'd, sound out! |
[Sound a flourish, with drums] |
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | Ho! says a' There's my cap. |
MENAS | Ho! Noble captain, come. | 160 |
[Exeunt] |