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Music plays. Enter two or three Servants with a banquet
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| First Servant |
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Here they'll be, man. Some o' their plants are
ill-rooted already: the least wind i' the world
will blow them down.
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| Second Servant |
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Lepidus is high-coloured.
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| First Servant |
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5 They have made him drink alms-drink.
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| Second Servant |
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As they pinch one another by the disposition, he
cries out 'No more;' reconciles them to his
entreaty, and himself to the drink.
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| First Servant |
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But it raises the greater war between him and
10 his discretion.
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| Second Servant |
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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.
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| First Servant |
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To be called into a huge sphere, and not to be seen
15 to move in't, are the holes where eyes should be,
which pitifully disaster the cheeks.
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A sennet sounded. Enter OCTAVIUS CAESAR, MARK ANTONY, LEPIDUS, POMPEY, AGRIPPA, MECAENAS,
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS, MENAS, with other captains
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| MARK ANTONY |
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(To OCTAVIUS CAESAR)
Thus do they, sir: they take
the flow o' the Nile
By certain scales i' the pyramid; they know,
20 By the height, the lowness, or the mean, if dearth
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.
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| LEPIDUS |
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25 You've strange serpents there.
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| MARK ANTONY |
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Ay, Lepidus.
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| LEPIDUS |
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Your serpent of Egypt is bred now of your mud by the
operation of your sun: so is your crocodile.
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| MARK ANTONY |
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They are so.
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| POMPEY |
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30 Sit,--and some wine! A health to Lepidus!
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| LEPIDUS |
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I am not so well as I should be, but I'll ne'er out.
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| DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS |
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Not till you have slept; I fear me you'll be in till then.
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| LEPIDUS |
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Nay, certainly, I have heard the Ptolemies'
pyramises are very goodly things; without
35 contradiction, I have heard that.
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| MENAS |
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(Aside to POMPEY)
Pompey, a word.
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| POMPEY |
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(Aside to MENAS)
Say in mine ear:
what is't?
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| MENAS |
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(Aside to POMPEY)
Forsake thy seat, I do beseech
40 thee, captain,
And hear me speak a word.
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| POMPEY |
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(Aside to MENAS)
Forbear me till anon.
This wine for Lepidus!
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| LEPIDUS |
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What manner o' thing is your crocodile?
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| MARK ANTONY |
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45 It is shaped, sir, like itself; and it is as broad
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.
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| LEPIDUS |
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50 What colour is it of?
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| MARK ANTONY |
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Of it own colour too.
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| LEPIDUS |
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'Tis a strange serpent.
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| MARK ANTONY |
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'Tis so. And the tears of it are wet.
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| OCTAVIUS CAESAR |
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Will this description satisfy him?
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| MARK ANTONY |
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55 With the health that Pompey gives him, else he is a
very epicure.
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| POMPEY |
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(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?
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| MENAS |
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60 (Aside to POMPEY)
If for the sake of merit thou
wilt hear me,
Rise from thy stool.
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| POMPEY |
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(Aside to MENAS)
I think thou'rt mad.
The matter?
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Rises, and walks aside
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| MENAS |
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65 I have ever held my cap off to thy fortunes.
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| POMPEY |
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Thou hast served me with much faith. What's else to say?
Be jolly, lords.
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| MARK ANTONY |
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These quick-sands, Lepidus,
Keep off them, for you sink.
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| MENAS |
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70 Wilt thou be lord of all the world?
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| POMPEY |
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What say'st thou?
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| MENAS |
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Wilt thou be lord of the whole world? That's twice.
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| POMPEY |
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How should that be?
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| MENAS |
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But entertain it,
75 And, though thou think me poor, I am the man
Will give thee all the world.
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| POMPEY |
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Hast thou drunk well?
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| MENAS |
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Now, Pompey, I have kept me from the cup.
Thou art, if thou darest be, the earthly Jove:
80 Whate'er the ocean pales, or sky inclips,
Is thine, if thou wilt ha't.
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| POMPEY |
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Show me which way.
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| MENAS |
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These three world-sharers, these competitors,
Are in thy vessel: let me cut the cable;
85 And, when we are put off, fall to their throats:
All there is thine.
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| POMPEY |
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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,
90 '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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| MENAS |
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95 (Aside)
For this,
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.
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| POMPEY |
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This health to Lepidus!
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| MARK ANTONY |
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100 Bear him ashore. I'll pledge it for him, Pompey.
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| DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS |
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Here's to thee, Menas!
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| MENAS |
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Enobarbus, welcome!
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| POMPEY |
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Fill till the cup be hid.
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| DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS |
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There's a strong fellow, Menas.
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Pointing to the Attendant who carries off LEPIDUS
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| MENAS |
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105 Why?
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| DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS |
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A' bears the third part of the world, man; see'st
not?
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| MENAS |
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The third part, then, is drunk: would it were all,
That it might go on wheels!
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| DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS |
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110 Drink thou; increase the reels.
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| MENAS |
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Come.
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| POMPEY |
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This is not yet an Alexandrian feast.
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| MARK ANTONY |
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It ripens towards it. Strike the vessels, ho?
Here is to Caesar!
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| OCTAVIUS CAESAR |
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115 I could well forbear't.
It's monstrous labour, when I wash my brain,
And it grows fouler.
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| MARK ANTONY |
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Be a child o' the time.
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| OCTAVIUS CAESAR |
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Possess it, I'll make answer:
120 But I had rather fast from all four days
Than drink so much in one.
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| DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS |
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Ha, my brave emperor!
To MARK ANTONY
Shall we dance now the Egyptian Bacchanals,
And celebrate our drink?
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| POMPEY |
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125 Let's ha't, good soldier.
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| MARK ANTONY |
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Come, let's all take hands,
Till that the conquering wine hath steep'd our sense
In soft and delicate Lethe.
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| DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS |
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All take hands.
130 Make battery to our ears with the loud music:
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,
135 Plumpy Bacchus with pink eyne!
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!
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| OCTAVIUS CAESAR |
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140 What would you more? Pompey, good night. Good brother,
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
145 Splits what it speaks: the wild disguise hath almost
Antick'd us all. What needs more words? Good night.
Good Antony, your hand.
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| POMPEY |
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I'll try you on the shore.
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| MARK ANTONY |
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And shall, sir; give's your hand.
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| POMPEY |
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150 O Antony,
You have my father's house,--But, what? we are friends.
Come, down into the boat.
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| DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS |
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Take heed you fall not.
Exeunt all but DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS and MENAS
Menas, I'll not on shore.
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| MENAS |
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155 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!
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Sound a flourish, with drums
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| DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS |
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Ho! says a' There's my cap.
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| MENAS |
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160 Ho! Noble captain, come.
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Exeunt
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