Pom. Thou hast ferv'd me with much faith: what's else

to say? Be jolly, Lords.

Ant. These Quick-sands, Lepidus.

Keep off them, for you fink.

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 shall that be?

Men. But entertain it, and though thou think me poor,

I am the Man will give thee all the World.

Pomp. Haft thou drunk well?

Men. No, Pompey, I have kept me from the cup,

Thou art, if thou dar'st 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-Sharers, these Competitors

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 shouldst have done,
And not have spoken on't. In me 'tis villany,
In thee 'thad been good service: thou must know,
'Tis not my Profit that does lead mine Honour:
Mine Honour is, 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. Defift, and drink.
Men. For this I'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 ashoar,

I'll pledge it for him, Pompey.
Eno. Here's to thee, Menas.
Men. Enorbarbus, welcome.
Pom. Fill 'till the Cup be hid.

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Eno. There's a strange Fellow, Menas [Pointing to Lepidus. Men. Why?

Eno. A bears the third part of the World, Man! seest not?

Men.

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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 Alexadrian Feaft.

Ant. It ripens towards it; strike the Vessels hoa.

Here's to Cafar.

Cas. I could well forbear't, it's monftrous labour when I wash my Brain, and it grows fouler.

Ant. Be a Child o'th' time.

Cas. Poffefs it, I'll make answer; but I had rather fast

from all, four Days, than drink so much in one.

Eno Ha, my brave Emperor, shall we dance now the

Agyptian Bacchanals, and celebrate our drink?
Pom. Let's ha't, good Soldier.

Ant. Come let's all take Hands,

'Till that the conquering Wine hath steept our Senfe,

In foft 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 fing.
The holding every Man shall beat as loud,

As his strong fides the volly.

Mufick plays. Enobarbus place them Hand in Hand.

Caf. What would you more? Pompey, good Night. Good
Brother

Let me request you of; our graver Business
Frowns at this levity. Gentle Lords, let's part,
You see we have burnt our Cheek. Strong Enobarbe
Is weaker than the Wind, and mine own Tongue
Splits what it speaks; the wild disguise hath almost

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Antickt

Antickt us all. What needs more words; good Night.. Good Antony, your Hand.

Pom.. I'll try you on the Shoar.

Ant. And shall, Sir, give's your Hand.

Pom. Oh, Antony, you have my Father's House.. But what, we are Friends? Come down into the Boar.

Eno. Take heed you fall not,

Men. I'll not on Shoar.

No, to my Cabin these Drums!

These Trumpets, Flutes! what!

Let Neptune hear, we bid aloud farewel

To these great Fellows. Sound and be hang'd, sound out.

[Sound a Flourish with Drums.

Eno. Hoo says a! There's my Cap.

Men. Hoa, noble Captain, come.

[Exeunt.

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ACT III. SCENE I.

SCENE A Camp.

Enter Ventidius in Triumph, the dead Body of Pacorus born before him, Roman Soldiers and Attendants.

Ven.

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OW darting Parthia art thou struck, and DOW
Pleas'd Fortune does of Marcus Craffus death

Make me revenger. Bear the King's Son's Body

Before our Army, thy Pacorus, Orodes,

Pays this for Marcus Craffus.

Rom. Noble Ventidius,

Whilst yet with Parthian Blood thy Sword is warm,
The Fugitive Parthians follow. Spurn through Media,

Mesapotamia, 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. Oh Silius, Silius,

I have done enough. A lower Place, note well
May make too great an act. For learn this, Silius
Better to leave undone, than by our deed

Acquire too high a Fame, when him we serve's away.

Cafar and Antony have ever won

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More in their Officer, than Person. Sofius,
One of my place in Syria, his Lieutenant,
For quick accumulation of renown,
Which he atchiev'd by th' minute, lost his favour.
Who does i' th' 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 Anthonius good,
But 'twould offend him; and in his offence,
Should my performance perish.

Rom. Thou hast, Ventidius, that, without the which
A Soldier and his Sword grants scarce diftin&ion:
Thou wilt write to Antony,

Ven. I'll humbly signifie what in his Name,
That magical word of War, we have effected,
How with his Banners, and his well paid ranks,
That ne'er-yet beaten Horse of Parthia

We have jaded out o'th' Field.

Rom. Where is he now?

Ven. He purposeth to Athens; whither with what hafte The weight we must convey with's, will permit,

We shall appear before him. On there, pass along. [Exeunt.

SCENE II. Rome.

Enter Agrippa at one Door, Enobarbus at another.
Agr. What, are the Brothers parted?
Eno. They have dispatcht with Pompey, he is gone,
The other three are Sealing. Octavia weeps
To part from Rome: Cafar is sad, and Lepidus
Since Pompey's Feast, as Menas says, is troubled
With the Green-fickness.

Agr. 'Tis a noble Lepidus.

Eno. A very fine one; oh, how he loves Cafar.
Agr. Nay but how dearly he adores Mark Antony.
Ene. Cafar? why he's the Jupiter of Men.

Agr. What's Antony, the god of Jupiter?
Eno. Speak you of Cafar? Oh! the non-pareil!

Agr. Oh Antony, oh thou Arabian Bird!

Eno.

As my thoughts make thee, and as my farthest Bond
Shall pass on thy approof. Most noble Antony,
Let not the piece of Virtue which is fet
Betwixt us, as the cement of our Love,
To keep it builded, be the Ram to batter
The Fortune of it; for better might we
Have lov'd without this mean, if on both parts
This be not cherisht.

Ant. Make me not offended

In vour diftrust.

Caf. I have faid.

Ant. You shall not find,

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Though you be certain curious, the leaft cause
For what you feem to fear, so the Gods keep you,
And make the Hearts of Romans serve your ends:
We will here part.

Caf. Farewel, my dearest Sister, fare thee wel',
The Elements be kind to thee, and make
Thy Spirits all of comfort; fare thee well.

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Oft. My noble Brother.

Ant. The April's in her Eyes, it is loves spring, And these the showers to bring it on; be chearful. Oft. Sir, look well to my Husband's House; and--Caf. What Octavia.

Oft. I'll tell you in your Ear.

Ant.