Men. And you by land.

Eno. I will praife any man that will praife me, though it cannot be denied what I have done by land. Men. Nor what I have done by water.

Eno. Yes, fomething you can deny for your own fafety: you have been a great thief by sea. Men. And you by land.

Eno. There I deny my land-fervice; but give me your hand, Menas, if our eyes had authority, here they might take two thieves kiffing.

are.

Men. All mens faces are true, whatfoe'er their hands

Eno. But there is ne'er a fair woman, has a true face.
Men. No flander, they fteal hearts.
Eno. We came hither to fight with you.

Men. For my part, I am forry it is turn'd to a Drink-
ing. Pompey doth this day laugh away his fortune.
Eno. If he do, fure, he cannot weep't back again.
Men. You've faid, Sir; we look'd not for Mark
Antony here; pray you, is he married to Cleopatra?
Eno. Cafar's Sifter is call'd Octavia.

Men. True, Sir, fhe was the Wife of Caius Marcellus. Eno. But now fhe is the Wife of Marcus Antonius. Men. Pray ye, Sir?

Eno. "Tis true.

Men. Then is Cæfar and he for ever knit together. Eno. If I were bound to divine of this Unity, I would not prophefie fo.

Men. I think, the policy of that purpose made more in the marriage, than the love of the parties.

Eno. I think fo too. But you fhall find, the band, that feems to tie their friendship together, will be the very ftrangler of their amity: Octavia is of a holy, cold, and ftill conversation.

Men. Who would not have his Wife fa?

Eno. Not he, that himself is not fo; which is Mark Antony. He will to his Egyptian Dish again; then fhall the fighs of Octavia blow the fire up in Cafar, and, as I faid before, that which is the ftrength of their amity, fhall prove the immediate author of their va

riance.

riance. Antony will ufe his affection where it is. He married but his occafion here.

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

Eno. I fhall take it, Sir: we have us'd our throats in Egypt.

Men. Come, let's away.

[Exeunt.

SCENE, on Board Pompey's Galley.

Mufick plays. Enter two or three Servants with a Banquet.

1 Ser. HERE they'll be, man: fome o'their plants are ill rooted already, the leaft wind i’th'

world will blow them down.

2 Ser. Lepidus is high-colour'd.

I Ser. They have made him drink alms-drink.

2 Ser. As they pinch one another by the difpofition, he cries out, no more; reconciles them to his entreaty, and himself to th' Drink.

I Ser. But it raises the greater war between him and his discretion.

2 Ser. Why, this it is to have a name in great men's fellowship: I had as lieve have a reed that will do me no fervice, as a Partizan I could not heave.

1 Ser. To be call'd into a huge fphere, and not to be seen to move in't, are the holes where eyes fhould be, which pitifully difafter the cheeks.

Trumpets. Enter Cæfar, Antony, Pompey, Lepidus, Agrippa, Mecænas, Enobarbus, Menas, with other Captains.

Ant. Thus do they, Sir: they take the flow o'th'

Nile

By certain fcale, i'th' pyramid; they know,
By th' height, the lowness, or the mean, if dearth,
Or foizon, follow. The higher Nilus fwells,
The more it promises; as it ebbs, the Seedfman

Upon

Upon the flime and ooze scatters his grain,
And fhortly comes to harvest.

Lep. You've ftrange ferpents there.

Ant. Ay, Lepidus:

Lep. Your ferpent of Egypt is bred now of your mud by the operation of your Sun; fo is your Crocodile.

Ant. They are fo.

Pom. Sirrah, fome wine! a health to Lepidus.

Lep. I am not fo well as I fhould be:

But I'll ne'er out.

Eno. Not 'till you have flept; I fear me, you'll be in, 'till then.

Lep. Nay, certainly, I have heard, the Ptolomy's Pyramifis are very goodly things; without contradiction, I have heard that.

Men. Pompey, a word,

Pom. Say in mine ear, what is't?

[Afide.

Men. Forfake thy feat, I do befeech thee, Captain,

And hear me speak a word.

Pom. Forbear me, 'till anon.

This wine for Lepidus.

[Whispers.

Lep. What manner o'thing is your Crocodile?

Ant. It is fhap'd, Sir, like it felf; and it is as broad as it hath breadth; it is juft fo high as it is, and moves with its own organs. It lives by that which nourifheth it; and the elements once out of it, it tranf migrates.

Lep. What colour is it of?

Ant. Of it's own colour too.
Lep. Tis a strange serpent.

Ant. 'Tis fo, and the tears of it are wet.
Caf. Will this description fatisfie him?

Ant. With the health that Pompey gives him, elfe he is a very Epicure.

Pom. Go hang, Sir, hang! tell me of that? away!
Do as I bid you. Where's the Cup I call'd for?
Men. If for the fake of merit thou wilt hear me,
Rife from thy ftool.

Pom. I think, thou'rt mad; the matter?
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Men

Men. I have ever held my cap off to thy fortunes. Pom. Thou haft ferv'd me with much faith: what's elfe to fay? be jolly, Lords.

Ant. These quick-fands, Lepidus,

Keep off them, 'fore you fink.

Men. Wilt thou be Lord of all the world?

Pom. What fay'ft thou?

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

twice.

Pom. How fhall that be?

Men. But entertain it,

And though you think me poor, I am the man
Will give thee all the world.

Pom. Haft thou drunk well?

Men. No, Pompey, I have kept me from the Cup. Thou art, if thou dar'ft be, the earthly Jove: What e'er the Ocean pales, or Sky inclips, Is thine, if thou wilt ha't.

Pom. Shew me which way.

Men. These three World-fharers, thefe Competitors, Are in thy Veffel. Let me cut the cable: And when we are put off, fall to their throats: All then is thine.

Pom. Ah, this thou fhouldft have done,

And not have spoken on't. In me, 'tis villany;
In thee, 't had been good fervice: thou must know,
"Tis not my profit that does lead mine honour;
Mine honour, it: repent, that e'er thy tongue
Hath fo betray'd thine act. Being done unknown,
I fhould have found it afterwards well done;
But muft condemn it now. Defift, and drink.
Men. For this,

F'll never follow thy pall'd fortunes more;

Who feeks and will not take, when once 'tis offer'd, Shall never find it more.

Pom. This health to Lepidus.

Ant. Bear him afhoar, I'll pledge it for him, Pompey. Eno. Here's to thee, Menas.

Men. Enobarbus, welcome.

Pom. Fill 'till the Cup be hid

Eno.

Eno. There's a ftrong fellow, Menas.

Men. Why?

[Pointing to Lepidus.

Eno. He bears the third part of the world, man! feeft not?

Men. The third part then is drunk, would, it were all, That it might go on wheels!

Eno. Drink thou, encrease the reels.

Men. Come.

Pom. This is not yet an Alexandrian Feaft.
Ant. It ripens towards it; ftrike the vessels, họa.
Here is to Cæfar.

Caf. I could well forbear it;

It's monftrous labour when I wash my brain,
And it grows fouler.

Ant. Be a child o'th' time.

Caf. Poffefs it, I'll make anfwer; but I had rather faft from all, four days, than drink so much in one. Eno. Ha, my brave Emperor, fhall we dance now the Egyptian Bacchanals, and celebrate our Drink? Pomp. Let's ha't, good Soldier.

Ant. Come, let's all take hands;

'Till that the conquering wine hath steept our sense In foft and delicate Lethe.

Eno. AM take hands:

Make battery to our ears with the loud mufick,
The while I'll place you, then the Boy fhall fing:
(29) The Holding every man fhall bear, as loud
As his ftrong fides can volly.

[Mufick plays. Enobarbus places them hand in hand. (29) The Holding ev'ry Man fhall beat as loud,

As his frong Sides can volly.] A Boy is defign'd here to fing a Song, and all the Company are to join in the Burthen, which the Poet ftyles, the Holding. But how were they to beat this with their Sides? If they were, at a certain Part of the Tune, either to have clap'd their Hands, or ftamp'd with their Feet, I fhould have understood this as Beating. I am perfuaded, the Poet wrote:

The Holding ev'ry Man fhall bear, as loud

As his ftrong Sides can volly.

The Breaft and Sides are immediately concern'd in ftraining to fing as loud and forcibly as a Man can. So, at the Huntsman's Song, in As You like it, we find inferted by way of marginal Direction, The rest shall bear this Burther.