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· Pom. I think, thou’rt mad. The matter?

. [Rises, and walks asidé. 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.

But entertain it, and,
Although thou think me poor, I am the man
Will give thee all the world.

Pom. ... Hast thou drunk well?

Men. No, Pompey, I have kept me from the cup. Thou art, if thou dar’st be, the earthly Jove: :: Whate'er the ocean pales, or sky inclips, Is thine, if thou wilt have't. Pom.

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

tors, 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 villainy; . 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, I should have found it afterwards well done; But must condemn it now. Desist, and drink.

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Why?

Men. For this,'

[Aside. I'll never follow thy pall’d fortunes more.Who seeks, and will not take, when once 'tis offerid, Shall never find it more. Pom.

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

Pompey.
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. Eno.

He bears The third part of the world, man; See'st not? Men. The third part then is drunk: 'Would it

.. were all,
That it might go on wheels!

Eno. Drink thou; increase the reels.
Men. Come.
Pom. This is not yet an Alexandrian feast.

Ant. It ripens towards it.-Strike the vessels," ho!
Here is to Cæsar.
Cies.

I could well forbear it.
It's monstrous labour, when I wash my brain,
And it grows fouler.
Ant.

Be a child oʻthe time.
Cæs. Possess it, I'll make answer: but I had ra-

ther fast From all, four days, than drink so much in one.

S t hy pallid fortunes-] Palled, is vapid, past its time of excellence; palled wine, is wine that has lost its original sprightliness. JOHNSON.

4 . Strike the vessels,] i. e. chink the vessels one against the other, as a mark of our unanimity in drinking, as we now say, chink glasses,

Eno. Ha, my brave emperor! [TO ANTONY. , Shall we dance now the Egyptian Bacchanals, And celebrate our drink? .' Pom..

Let’s ha’t, good soldier. · Ant. Come, let us all take hands; Till that the conquering wine hath steep'd our sense In soft and delicate Lethe. · Eno.

All take hands. Make battery to our ears with the loud musick: 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.

[Musich plays. ENOBARBUS places them hand

in hand.

SONG.
Come, thou monarch of the vine,
Plumpy Bacchus, with pink eyne:
In thy vats 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!

Cees. What would you more? -Pompey, good

. : night. Good brother, Let me request you off: our graver business Frowns at his levity.-Gentle lords, let's part; You see, we have burnt our cheeks: strong Eno

barbe Is weaker than the wine; and mine own tongue Splits what it speaks: the wild disguise hath almost

5 The holding every man shall bear,] To bear the burden, or, as it is here called, the holding of a song, is the phrase at this day."

om with pink eyne:] Dr. Johnson, in his Dictionary, says a pink eye is a small eye, and quotes this passage for his authority. I Pink eyne, however, may be red eyes: eyes inflamed with drinking, are very well appropriated to Bacchus.

Antick'd us all. What needs more words? Good

' night.-
Good Antony, your hand.
Рот.

I'll try you o’the shore.
Ant. And shall, sir: give's your hand.
Pom. .

O, Antony, You have my father's house, -—But what? we are

friends: Come, down into the boat. Eno.

Take heed you fall not.Exeunt POMPEY, CÆSAR, Ant. and Attendants. Menas, I'll not on shore..

Men. ... No, to my cabin. 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. . .

[A Flourish of Trumpets, with Drums. Eno. Ho, says'a!—There's my cap.

Ho!-noble captain! Come.

[Exeunt.

Men.....

" ACT III.-. SCENE I. A Plain in Syria.

Enter VENTIDIUS, as after Conquest, with SILIUS,
I and other Romans, Officers, and Soldiers; the dead
** Body of PACORUS borne before him.
Ven. Now, darting Parthia, art thou struck;

and now
Pleas'd fortune does of Marcus Crassus' death
Make me revenger.-Bear the king's son's body

Before our army:-Thy Pacorus, Orodes,"
Pays this for Marcus Crassus.
Sil. .

Noble Ventidius, :: Whilst yet with Parthian blood thy sword is warm,

The fugitive Parthians follow; spur through Media, Mesopotamia, and the shelters whither The routed fly: so thy grand captain Antony...? Shall set thee on triumphant chariots, and Put garlands on thy head. Ven. . . ... O Silius, Silius, ". I have done enough: A lower place, note well, i May make too great an act: For learn this, Silius; Better leave undone, than by our deed acquire Too high a fame, when him we serve's away. Cæsar, and Antony, have ever won . . More in their officer, than person: Sossius, One of my place in Syria, his lieutenant, For quick accumulation of renown, Which he achiev'd by the minute, lost his favour. Who does i' the wars more than his captain can, Becomes his captain's captain: and ambition, The soldier's virtue, rather makes choice of loss, Than gain, which darkens him. I could do more to do Antonius good, But 'twould offend him; and in his offence Should my performance perish. Sil.

. Thou hast, Ventidius, That without which a soldier, and his sword, Grants scarce distinction. Thou wilt write to is. Antony ? ..

7- Thy Pacorus, Orodes,] Pacorus was the son of Orodes, King of Parthia. * That without which a soldier, and his sword,

Grants scarce distinction.] Grant, for afford. It is badly and obscurely expressed; but the sense is this: Thou hast that, Ventidius, which if thou didst want, there would be no distinction between thee and thy sword. You would be both equally cutting and senseless,

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