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.Come.Exeunt.Manet Enob.& Menas]Men.Thy Father Pompey would ne're haue made thisTreaty.You, and I haue knowne sirEnob.At Sea, I thinkeMen.We haue SirEnob.You haue done well by waterMen.And you by LandEnob.I will praise any man that will praise me, thoghit cannot be denied what I haue done by LandMen.Nor what I haue done by waterEnob.Yes some-thing you can deny for your ownesafety: you haue bin a great Theefe by SeaMen.And you by LandEnob.There I deny my Land seruice: but giue meeyour hand Menas, if our eyes had authority, heere theymight take two Theeues kissingMen.All mens faces are true, whatsomere their handsareEnob.But there is neuer a fayre Woman, ha's a trueFaceMen.No slander, they steale heartsEnob.We came hither to fight with youMen.For my part, I am sorry it is turn'd to a Drinking.Pompey doth this day laugh away his FortuneEnob.If he do, sure he cannot weep't backe againeMen.Y'haue said Sir, we look'd not for Marke Anthonyheere, pray you, is he married to Cleopatra?Enob.Caesars Sister is call'd OctauiaMen.True Sir, she was the wife of Caius MarcellusEnob.But she is now the wife of Marcus AnthoniusMen.Pray'ye sirEnob.'Tis trueMen.Then is Caesar and he, for euer knit togetherEnob.If I were bound to Diuine of this vnity, I woldnot Prophesie soMen.I thinke the policy of that purpose, made morein the Marriage, then the loue of the partiesEnob.I thinke so too.But you shall finde the bandthat seemes to tye their friendship together, will bee thevery strangler of their Amity: Octauia is of a holy, cold,and still conuersationMen.Who would not haue his wife so?Eno.Not he that himselfe is not so: which is MarkeAnthony: he will to his Egyptian dish againe: then shallthe sighes of Octauia blow the fire vp in Caesar, and (as Isaid before) that which is the strength of their Amity,shall proue the immediate Author of their variance.Anthonywill vse his affection where it is.Hee married buthis occasion heereMen.And thus it may be.Come Sir, will you aboord?I haue a health for youEnob.I shall take it sir: we haue vs'd our Throats inEgyptMen.Come, let's away.Exeunt.Musicke playes.Enter two or three Seruants with a Banket.1 Heere they'l be man: some o' their Plants are illrooted already, the least winde i'th' world wil blow themdowne2 Lepidus is high Coulord1 They haue made him drinke Almes drinke2 As they pinch one another by the disposition, heecries out, no more; reconciles them to his entreatie, andhimselfe to'th' drinke1 But it raises the greater warre betweene him & hisdiscretion2 Why this it is to haue a name in great mens Fellowship:I had as liue haue a Reede that will doe me noseruice, as a Partizan I could not heaue1 To be call'd into a huge Sphere, and not to be seeneto moue in't, are the holes where eyes should bee, whichpittifully disaster the cheekes.A Sennet sounded.Enter Caesar, Anthony, Pompey, Lepidus,Agrippa,Mecenas, Enobarbus, Menes, with other Captaines.Ant.Thus do they Sir: they take the flow o'th' NyleBy certaine scales i'th' Pyramid: they knowBy'th' height, the lownesse, or the meane: If dearthOr Foizon follow.The higher Nilus swels,The more it promises: as it ebbes, the SeedsmanVpon the slime and Ooze scatters his graine,And shortly comes to HaruestLep.Y'haue strange Serpents there?Anth.I LepidusLep.Your Serpent of Egypt, is bred now of your mudby the operation of your Sun: so is your CrocodileAnt.They are soPom.Sit, and some Wine: A health to LepidusLep.I am not so well as I should be:But Ile ne're outEnob.Not till you haue slept: I feare me you'l bee intill thenLep.Nay certainly, I haue heard the Ptolomies Pyramisisare very goodly things: without contradiction Ihaue heard thatMenas.Pompey, a wordPomp.Say in mine eare, what is'tMen.Forsake thy seate I do beseech thee Captaine,And heare me speake a wordPom.Forbeare me till anon.Whispers in's Eare.This Wine for LepidusLep.What manner o' thing is your Crocodile?Ant.It is shap'd sir like it selfe, and it is as broad as ithath bredth; It is iust so high as it is, and mooues with itowne organs.It liues by that which nourisheth it, andthe Elements once out of it, it TransmigratesLep.What colour is it of?Ant.Of it owne colour tooLep.'Tis a strange SerpentAnt.'Tis so, and the teares of it are wetCaes Will this description satisfie him?Ant.With the Health that Pompey giues him, else heis a very EpicurePomp.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 stoolePom.I thinke th'art mad: the matter?Men.I haue euer held my cap off to thy FortunesPom [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]