Who at Philippi the good Brutus ghosted,'
There saw you labouring for him. What was it,
That mov'd pale Cassius to conspire? And what
Made the all-honour'd, honest, Roman Brutus,
With the arm'd rest, courtiers of beauteous freedom,
To drench the Capitol; but that they would
Have one man but a man? And that is it,
Hath made me rig my navy: at whose burden
The anger'd ocean foams; with which I meant
To scourge the ingratitude that despiteful Rome
Cast on my noble father.
Take your time.

Cas.

Ant. Thou can'st 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.

Pom.

At land, indeed, Thou dost o'er-count me of my father's house: But, since the cuckoo builds not for himself, Remain in't as thou may'st.

Lep.

Be pleas'd to tell us,

(For this is from the present,') how you take The offers we have sent you.

There's the point.

Cas.

Ant. Which do not be entreated to, but weigh

What it is worth embrac'd.

I came before you here, a man prepar'd
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 Cæsar and your brothers were at blows,
Your mother came to Sicily, and did find
Her welcome friendly.

Ant.
I have heard it, Pompey;
And am well studied for a liberal thanks,
Which I do owe you.

Pom. Let me have your hand: I did not think, sir, to have met you here. Ant. 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 it.

Cas.

Since I saw you last,

There is a change upon you.

Pom.

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.

Well met here.

Lep. Pom. I hope so, Lepidus.-Thus we are agreed: I crave, our composition may be written,

And seal'd between us.

Let me shake thy hand; never hated thee: I have seen thee fight, When I have envied thy behaviour. Eno.

Sir,
I never lov'd you much; but I have prais'd you,
When you have well deserv'd ten times as much.
As I have said you did.
Pom.

Enjoy thy plainness,
It nothing ill becomes thee.--
Aboard my galley I invite you all:
Will you lead, lords?

Cas. Ant. Lep. Show us the way, sir.
Pom.

Come. [Exeunt Pompey, Cæsar, Antony, Lepidus, Soldiers and Attendants.

Men. Thy father, Pompey, would ne'er have made this treaty.-[Aside.]-You and I have known, sir.

Eno. At sea, I think.

Men. We have, sir.

Eno. You have done well by water.

Men. And you by land.

Eno. I will praise any man that will praise me: though it cannot be denied what I have done by land.

Men. Nor what I have done by water. Eno. Yes, something you can deny for your own safety: you have been a great thief by sea. Men. And you by land.

Eno. There I deny my land service. But give me your hand, Menas: If our eyes had authority, here they might take two thieves kissing.

Men. All men's faces are true, whatsoe'er their hands are.

Eno. But there is never a fair woman has a true face.

Men. No slander; they steal hearts. Eno. We came hither to fight with you. Men. For my part, I am sorry it is turned to a drinking. Pompey doth this way laugh away his

fortune.

Eno. If he do, sure, he cannot weep it back again. Men. You have said, sir. We looked not for Mark Antony here; Pray you, is he married to Cleopatra?

Eno. Cæsar's sister is call'd Octavia. Men. True, sir; she was the wife of Caius Marcellus.

Eno. But she is now the wife of Marcus Antonius. Men. Pray you, sir?

Eno. 'Tis true.

Men. Then is Cæsar, and he, for ever knit together.

Eno. If I were bound to divine of this unity, I would not prophesy so.

Men. I think, the policy of that purpose made more in the marriage, than the love of the parties. Eno. I think so too. But you shall find, the band that seems to tie their friendship together,

(5) Scores, marks. (6) Been acquainted.

will be the very strangler of their amity: Octavia is of holy, cold, and still conversation.

Men. Who would not have his wife so? Eno. 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 Cæsar; and, as I said before, that which is the strength of their amity, shall prove the immediate author of their variance. Antony will use his affection where it is; he married but his occasion here.

Men. And thus it may be. Come, sir, will you aboard? I have a health for you.

Eno. I shall take it, sir: we have used our throats in Egypt.

[Exeunt.

Men. Come; let's away. SCENE VII-On board Pompey's galley, lying near Misenum. Music. Enter two or three Servants, with a banquet.2

1 Serv. Here they'll be, man: Some o'their plants' are ill-rooted already, the least wind i'the world will blow them down.

2 Serv. Lepidus is high-coloured.

1 Serv. They have made him drink alms-drink. 2 Serv. As they pinch one another by the disposition, he cries out, no more; reconciles them to his entreaty, and himself to the drink.

1 Serv. But it raises the greater war between him and his discretion.

2 Serv. Why, this it 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 partizan I could not heave. 1 Serv. To be called into a huge sphere, and not to be seen to move in't, are the holes where eyes should be, which pitifully disaster the cheeks. A sennet sounded. Enter Cæsar, Antony, Pompey, Lepidus, Agrippa, Mæcenas, Enobarbus, Menas, with other captains.

Ant. Thus do they, sir: [To Cæsar.] They take the flow o'the Nile

By certain scales i'the pyramid; they know,
By the height, the lowness, or the mean, if dearth,
Or foizon, 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.

Lep. You have strange serpents there.
Ant. Ay, 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 I'll ne'er

Ant. It is shaped, sir, like itself; and it is as broad as it has 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.

Lep. What colour is it of.
Ant. Of its own colour too.
Lep. 'Tis a strange serpent.

Ant. 'Tis so. And the tears of it are wet.
Cas. Will this description satisfy him.
Ant. With the health that Pompey gives him,
else he is a very epicure.

Pom. [To Menas aside.] Go, hang, sir, hang!
Tell me of that? away!

De as I bid you.-Where's this cup I call'd for?
Men. If for the sake of merit thou wilt hear me,
Rise from thy stool.
[Aside.
Pom.
I think, thou'rt mad. The matter?
[Rises, and walks aside.
Men. I have ever held my cap off to thy fortunes.
Pom. Thou hast serv'd me with much faith
What's else to say?

Be jolly, lords. Ant.

These quick-sands, Lepidus,
Keep off them, for you sink.
Men. Wilt thou be lord of all the world?
Pom.
What say'st thou ?
Men. Wilt thou be lord of the whole world?
That's twice.

Pom. How should that be?
Men.

Although thou think me poor,
Will give thee all the world.

But entertain it, and, I am the man

Pom. Hast thou drunk well? Men. No, Pompey, I have kept me from the cup. Thou art, if thou dars't be, the earthly Jove: Is thine, if thou wilt have't. Whate'er the ocean pales, or sky inclips,"

Pom.
Show me which way.
Men. These three world-sharers, these competi-
tors, 10

Are in thy vessel: Let me cut the cable;
And, when we are put off, fall to their throats:
All there is thine.

Pom. Ah, this thou should'st have done, And not have spoke on't! In me, 'tis villany; In thee, it had been good service. Thou must know, "Tis not my profit that does lead mine honour; Mine honour, it. Repent, that e'er thy tongue Hath so betray'd thine act: Being done unknown, should have found it afterwards well done; But must condemn it now. Desist, and drink. Men. For this, [Aside.

I

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.
This health to Lepidus.
Ant. Bear him ashore.-I'll pledge it for him,
Pompey.

Pom.

Eno. Here's to thee, Menas.

Men. Enobarbus, welcome. Pom. Fill, till the cup be hid. Eno. There's a strong fellow, Menas. [Pointing to the attendant who carries off Lepidus. Men. Why? Eno. He bears The third part of the world, man; See'st not? Men. The third part then is drunk: 'Would it

To Antony. But as for Cæsar,
Kneel down, kneel down, and wonder.

Both he loves.

Agr.

Eno. They are his shards,' and he their beetle.
So,-
[Trumpets.

This is to horse.-Adieu, noble Agrippa
Agr. Good fortune, worthy soldier; and farewell.
Enter Cæsar, Antony, Lepidus, and Octavia.
Ant. No further, sir.

Cas. You take from me a great part of myself;
Use me well in it.-Sister, prove such a wife
As my thoughts make thee, and as my furthest
band2

Shall pass on thy approof.-Most noble Antony,
Let not the piece of virtue, which is set
Betwixt us, as the cement of our love,
To keep it builded, be the ram, to batter
The fortress of it: for better might we

Have lov'd without this mean, if on both parts
This be not cherish'd.

Cas. Ant.

Make me not offended

I have said.

You shall not find, Though you be therein curious, the least cause For what you seem to fear: So, the gods keep you, And make the hearts of Romans serve your ends! We will here part.

Cas. Farewell, my dearest sister, fare thee well; The elements' be kind to thee, and make. Thy spirits all of comfort! fare thee well.

Octa. My noble brother!

Ant. The April's in her eyes: It is love's spring, And these the showers to bring it on.-Be cheerful. Octa. Sir, look well to my husband's house; andCæs.

Octavia?

Octa. I'll tell you in your ear,

What,

(2) Bond. (3) Octavia. (5) Of air and water.

Madam, in Rome

I look'd her in the face; and saw her led
Between her brother and Mark Antony.
Cleo. Is she as tall as me?
Mess.

She is not, madam. Cleo. Didst hear her speak? Is she shrill-tongu'd, or low ?

Mess. Madam, I heard her speak; she is lowvoic'd.

Cleo. That's not so good:-he cannot like her long Char. Like her? Isis! 'tis impossible.

Cleo. I think so, Charinian: Dull of tongue and
dwarfish!-

What majesty is in her gait? Remember,
If e'er thou look'dst on majesty.
Mess.
She creeps;
Her motion and her station" are as one:
She shows a body rather than a life;
A statue, than a breather.

Cleo.
Is this certain?
Mess. Or I have no observance.
Char.

Cannot make better note.
Cleo.

Three in Egypt

He's very knowing,

I do perceive't:-There's nothing in her yet:The fellow has good judgment.

Char.

Excellent.

Madam,

Cleo. Guess at her years, I pr'ythee. Mess.

She was a widow.

Cleo.

Widow?-Charmian, hark. Mess. And I do think, she's thirty.

Cleo. Bear'st thou her face in mind? is it long, or round?

Mess. Round even to faultiness,

Cleo. For the most part too, They are foolish that are so.-Her hair, what colour? Mess. Brown, madam: And her forehead is as low As she would wish it.

Cleo. There is gold for thee. Thou must not take my former sharpness ill: I will employ thee back again; I find thee Most fit for business: Go, make thee ready; Our letters are prepar'd. [Exit Messenger. Char. A proper man. Cleo. Indeed, he is so: I repent me much, That so I harry'd him. Why, methinks, by him, This creature's no such thing.