Pom. Fill, till the cup be hid. Eno. There's a strong fellow, Menas. [Pointing to the attendant who carries off Lepidus. Men. Eno. Why? He bears The third part of the world, man; See'st not? Men. The third part then is drunk: 'Would it were all, That it might go on wheels! Eno. Drink thou; increase the reels. Men. Come. Pom. This is not yet an Alexandrian feast. Ant. It ripens towards it.-Strike the vessels, ho! Here is to Cæsar. Cas. I could well forbear it. It's monstrous labour, when I wash my brain, Ant. Be a child o' the time. Cas. Possess 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 now dance the Egyptian Bacchanals, Pom. [to Antony. Let's ha't, good soldier. Ant. Come, let us all take hands; Till that the conquering wine hath steep'd our sense In soft 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 sing; The holding every man shall bear, as loud As his strong sides can volley. [Music plays. Enobarbus places them hand in hand. SONG. Come, thou monarch of the vine, Cup us, till the world go round! Cas. What would you more?-Pompey, good night. Good brother, Let me request you off: our graver business night. Good Antony, your hand. Pom. I'll try you o' the shore. O, Antony, Ant. And shall, sir: give's your hand. Pom. You have my father's house,-But what? we are friends: Come, down into the boat. Eno. Take heed you fall not.[Exeunt Pom. Cas, Ant. and Attendants. Menas, I'll not on shore. Men. No, to my cabin.— These drums!-these trumpets, flutes! what!— To these great fellows: Sound, and be hang'd, sound [A flourish of trumpets, with drums. out. Eno. Ho, says 'a!-There's my cap. Men. Comę. Ho!-noble captain! [Exeunt. ACT III. SCENE I. A Plain in Syria. Enter VENTIDIUS, as after conquest, with SILIUS and other Romans, officers, and soldiers; the dead body of Pacorus borne before him. Ven. Now, darting Parthia, art thou struck; and now Pleas'd fortune does of Marcus Crassus' death Make me revenger.-Bear the king's son's body Before our army :-Thy Pacorus, Orodes, Pays this for Marcus Crassus. Sil. Noble Ventidius, Whilst yet with Parthian blood thy sword is warm, The fugitive Parthians follow; spur through Media, Mesopotamia, and the shelters whither The routed fly: so thy grand captain Antony Shall set thee on triumphant chariots, and Put garlands on thy head. O Silius, Silius, Ven. Which he achiev'd by the minute, lost his favour. I could do more to do Antonius good, But 'twould offend him; and in his offence Sil. Thou hast, Ventidius, That without which a soldier, and his sword, Grants scarce distinction. Thou wilt write to Antony? That magical word of war, we have effected: We have jaded out o'the field. Sil. Where is he now? Ven. He purposeth to Athens: whither with what haste The weight we must convey with us will permit, SCENE 11. [Exeunt. Rome. An Anti-chamber in Caesar's House. Enter AGRIPPA, and ENOBARBUS, meeting. Agr. What, are the brothers parted? Eno. They have despatch'd with Pompey, he is gone; |