1 Heere they'l be man: some o' their Plants are ill rooted already, the least winde i'th' world wil blow them downe
2 Lepidus is high Coulord
1 They haue made him drinke Almes drinke
2 As they pinch one another by the disposition, hee cries out, no more; reconciles them to his entreatie, and himselfe to'th' drinke
1 But it raises the greater warre betweene him & his discretion
2 Why this it is to haue a name in great mens Fellowship: I had as liue haue a Reede that will doe me no seruice, as a Partizan I could not heaue
1 To be call'd into a huge Sphere, and not to be seene to moue in't, are the holes where eyes should bee, which pittifully 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' Nyle By certaine scales i'th' Pyramid: they know By'th' height, the lownesse, or the meane: If dearth Or Foizon follow. The higher Nilus swels, The more it promises: as it ebbes, the Seedsman Vpon the slime and Ooze scatters his graine, And shortly comes to Haruest
Lep. Y'haue strange Serpents there? Anth. I Lepidus
Lep. Your Serpent of Egypt, is bred now of your mud by the operation of your Sun: so is your Crocodile
Ant. They are so
Pom. Sit, and some Wine: A health to Lepidus
Lep. I am not so well as I should be: But Ile ne're out
Enob. Not till you haue slept: I feare me you'l bee in till then
Lep. Nay certainly, I haue heard the Ptolomies Pyramisis are very goodly things: without contradiction I haue heard that
Menas. Pompey, a word
Pomp. Say in mine eare, what is't
Men. Forsake thy seate I do beseech thee Captaine, And heare me speake a word
Pom. Forbeare me till anon.
Whispers in's Eare.
This Wine for Lepidus
Lep. What manner o' thing is your Crocodile? Ant. It is shap'd sir like it selfe, and it is as broad as it hath bredth; It is iust so high as it is, and mooues with it owne organs. It liues by that which nourisheth it, and the Elements once out of it, it Transmigrates
Lep. What colour is it of? Ant. Of it owne colour too
Lep. 'Tis a strange Serpent
Ant. 'Tis so, and the teares of it are wet
Caes Will this description satisfie him? Ant. With the Health that Pompey giues him, else he is a very Epicure
Pomp. 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 stoole
Pom. I thinke th'art mad: the matter? Men. I haue euer held my cap off to thy Fortunes
Pom. Thou hast seru'd me with much faith: what's else to say? Be iolly Lords
Anth. These Quicke-sands Lepidus, Keepe off, them for you sinke
Men. Wilt thou be Lord of all the world? Pom. What saist thou? Men. Wilt thou be Lord of the whole world? That's twice
Pom. How should that be? Men. But entertaine it, and though thou thinke me poore, I am the man will giue thee all the world
Pom. Hast thou drunke well
Men. No Pompey, I haue kept me from the cup, Thou art if thou dar'st be, the earthly Ioue: What ere the Ocean pales, or skie inclippes, Is thine, if thou wilt ha't
Pom. Shew me which way? Men. These three World-sharers, these Competitors Are in thy vessell. Let me cut the Cable, And when we are put off, fall to their throates: All there is thine