previous next

[Scene VII.]


Muſicke playes.

Enter two or three Seruants with a Banket.

1
Heere they'l be man: ſome o'th'their Plants are ill
rooted already, the leaſt winde i'th'world wil blow them
downe.

2
Lepidus is high Conlord.

1
They haue made him drinke Almes drinke.

2
As they pinch one another by the diſpoſition, hee
cries out, no more; reconciles them to his entreatie, and
himſelfe to'th'drinke.

1
But it raiſes the greatet warre betweene him & his
diſcretion.

2
Why this it is to haue a name in great mens Fel-
lowſhip: I had as liue haue a Reede that will doe me no
ſeruice, as a Partizan I could not heaue.

1
To be call'd into a huge Sphere, and not to be ſeene
to moue in't, are the holes where eyes ſhould bee, which
pittifully diſaſter the cheekes.
A Sennet ſounded.
Enter Cæſar, Anthony, Pompey, Lepidus, Agrippa, Mecenas,
Enobarbus, Menes, with other Captaines.

Ant.
Thus do they Sir: they take the flow o'th'Nyle
By certaine ſcales i'th'Pyramid: they know
By'th'height, the lowneſſe, or the meane: If dearth
Or Foizon follow. The higher Nilus ſwels,
The more it promiſes: as it ebbes, the Seedſman
Vpon the ſlime and Ooze ſcatters his graine,
And ſhortly comes to Harueſt.

Lep.
Y'haue ſtrange Serpents there?

Anth.
I Lepidus.

Lep.
Your Serpent of Egypt, is bred now of your mud
by the operation of your Sun: ſo is your Crocodile.

Ant.
They are ſo.

Pom.
Sit, and ſome Wine: A health to Lepidus.

Lep.
I am not ſo well as I ſhould be:
But Ile ne're out.

Enob.
Not till you haue ſlept: I feare me you'l bee in
till then.

Lep.
Nay certainly, I haue heard the Ptolomies Pyra-
miſis are very goodly things: without contradiction I
haue heard that.

Menas.
Pompey, a word.

Pomp.
Say in mine eare, what is't.

Men.
Forſake thy ſeate I do beſeech thee Captaine,
And heare me ſpeake a word.

Pom.
Forbeare me till anon. Whiſpers in's Eare.
This Wine for Lepidus.

Lep.
Whar manner o'thing is your Crocodile?

Ant.
It is ſhap'd ſir like it ſelfe, and it is as broad as it
hath bredth; It is iuſt ſo high as it is, and mooues with it
owne organs. It liues by that which nouriſheth it, and
the Elements once out of it, it Tranſmigrates.

Lep.
What colour is it of?

Ant.
Of it owne colour too.

Lep.
'Tis a ſtrange Serpent.

Ant.
'Tis ſo, and the teares of it are wet.

Cæſ.
Will this deſcription ſatisfie him?

Ant.
With the Health that Pompey giues him, elſe he
is a very Epicure.

Pomp.
Go hang ſir, hang: tell me of that? Away:
Do as I bid you. Where's this Cup I call'd for?

Men.
If for the ſake of Merit thou wilt heare mee,
Riſe from thy ſtoole.

Pom.
I thinke th'art mad: the matter?

Men.
I haue euer held my cap off to thy Fortunes.

Pom.
Thou haſt ſeru'd me with much faith: what's
elſe to ſay? Be iolly Lords.

Anth.
Theſe Quicke-ſands Lepidus,
Keepe off, them for you ſinke.

Men.
Wilt thou be Lord of all the world?

Pom.
What ſaiſt thou?

Men.
Wilt thou be Lord of the whole world?
That's twice.

Pom.
How ſhould that be?

Men.
But entertaine it, and though thou thinke me
poore, I am the man will giue thee all the world.

Pom.
Haſt thou drunke well.

Men.
No Pompey, I haue kept me from the cup,
Thou art if thou dar'ſt be, the earthly Ioue:
What ere the Ocean pales, or skie inclippes,
Is thine, if thou wilt ha't.

Pom.
Shew me which way?

Men.
Theſe three World-ſharers, theſe Competitors
Are in thy veſſell. Let me cut the Cable,
And when we are put off, fall to their throates:
All there is thine.

Pom.
Ah, this thou ſhouldſt haue done,
And not haue ſpoke on't. In me 'tis villanie,
In thee,'t had bin good ſeruice: thou muſt know,
'Tis not my profit that does lead mine Honour:
Mine Honour it, Repent that ere thy tongue,
Hath ſo betraide thine acte. Being done vnknowne,
I ſhould haue found it afterwards well done,
But muſt condemne it now: deſiſt, and drinke.

Men.
For this, Ile neuer follow
Thy paul'd Fortunes more,
Who ſeekes and will not take, when once 'tis offer'd,
Shall neuer finde it more.

Pom.
This health to Lepidus.

Ant.
Beare him aſhore,
Ile pledge it for him Pompey.

Eno.
Heere's to thee Menas.

Men.
Enobarbus, welcome.

Pom.
Fill till the cup be hid.

Eno.
There's a ſtrong Fellow Menas.

Men.
Why?

Eno.
A beares the third part of the world man: ſeeſt
not?

Men.
The third part, then he is drunk: would it were
all, that it might go on wheeles.

Eno.
Drinke thou: encreaſe the Reeles.
Men Come.

Pom.
This is not yet an Alexandrian Feaſt.

Ant.
It ripen's towards it: ſtrike the Veſſells hoa.
Heere's to Cæſar.

Cæſar.
I could well forbear't, it's monſtrous labour
when I waſh my braine, and it grow fouler.

Ant.
Be a Child o'th'time.

Cæſar.
Poſſeſſe it, Ile make anſwer: but I had rather
faſt from all, foure dayes, then drinke ſo much in one.

Enob.
Ha my braue Emperour, ſhall we daunce now
the Egyptian Backenals, and celebrate our drinke?

Pom.
Let's ha't good Souldier.

Ant.
Come, let's all take hands,
Till that the conquering Wine hath ſteep't our ſenſe,
In ſoft and delicate Lethe.

Eno.
All take hands:
Make battery to our eares with the loud Muſicke,
The while, Ile place you, then the Boy ſhall ſing.
The holding euery man ſhall beate as loud,
As his ſtrong ſides can volly.
Muſicke Playes. Enobarbus places them hand in hand.

The Song.

Come thou Monarch of the Vinc,
Plumpie Bacchus, with pinke eyne:
In thy Fattes our Cares be drown'd,
With thy Grapes our haires be Crown'd.
Cup vs till the world go round,
Cup vs till the world go round.

Cæſar.
What would you more?
Pompey goodnight. Good Brother
Let me requeſt you of our grauer buſineſſe
Frownes at this leuitie. Gentle Lords let's part,
You ſee we haue burnt our cheekes. Strong Enobarbe
Is weaker then the Wine, and mine owne tongue
Spleet's what it ſpeakes: the wilde diſguiſe hath almoſt
Antickt vs all. What needs more words? goodnight.
Good Anthony your hand.

Pom.
Ile try you on the ſhore.

Anth.
And ſhall Sir, giues your hand.

Pom.
Oh Anthony, you haue my Father houſe.
But what, we are Friends?
Come downe into the Boate.

Eno.
Take heed you fall not Menas: Ile not on ſhore,
No to my Cabin: theſe Drummes,
Theſe Trumpets, Flutes: what
Let Neptune heare, we bid aloud farewell
To theſe great Fellowes. Sound and be hang'd, ſound out.
Sound a Flouriſh with Drummes.

Enor.
Hoo ſaies a there's my Cap.

Men.
Hoa, Noble Captaine, come. Exeunt.

load focus Notes (Horace Howard Furness, 1907)
load focus Notes (Horace Howard Furness, 1907)
load focus English (W. G. Clark, W. Aldis Wright)
hide References (33 total)
hide Display Preferences
Greek Display:
Arabic Display:
View by Default:
Browse Bar: