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POMPEY. Know, then, |
I came before you here a man prepar'd |
To take this offer; but Mark Antony |
Put me to some impatience. Though I lose |
The praise of it by telling, you must know, |
When Caesar and your brother were at blows, |
Your mother came to Sicily and did find |
Her welcome friendly. |
ANTONY. I have heard it, Pompey, |
And am well studied for a liberal thanks |
Which I do owe you. |
POMPEY. Let me have your hand. |
I did not think, sir, to have met you here. |
ANTONY. The beds i' th' East are soft; and thanks to you, |
That call'd me timelier than my purpose hither; |
For I have gained by't. |
CAESAR. Since I saw you last |
There is a change upon you. |
POMPEY. Well, I know not |
What counts harsh fortune casts upon my face; |
But in my bosom shall she never come |
To make my heart her vassal. |
LEPIDUS. Well met here. |
POMPEY. I hope so, Lepidus. Thus we are agreed. |
I crave our composition may be written, |
And seal'd between us. |
CAESAR. That's the next to do. |
POMPEY. We'll feast each other ere we part, and let's |
Draw lots who shall begin. |
ANTONY. That will I, Pompey. |
POMPEY. No, Antony, take the lot; |
But, first or last, your fine Egyptian cookery |
Shall have the fame. I have heard that Julius Caesar |
Grew fat with feasting there. |
ANTONY. You have heard much. |
POMPEY. I have fair meanings, sir. |
ANTONY. And fair words to them. |
POMPEY. Then so much have I heard; |
And I have heard Apollodorus carried- |
ENOBARBUS. No more of that! He did so. |
POMPEY. What, I pray you? |
ENOBARBUS. A certain queen to Caesar in a mattress. |
POMPEY. I know thee now. How far'st thou, soldier? |
ENOBARBUS. Well; |
And well am like to do, for I perceive |
Four feasts are toward. |
POMPEY. Let me shake thy hand. |
I never hated thee; I have seen thee fight, |
When I have envied thy behaviour. |
ENOBARBUS. Sir, |
I never lov'd you much; but I ha' prais'd ye |
When you have well deserv'd ten times as much |
As I have said you did. |
POMPEY. Enjoy thy plainness; |
It nothing ill becomes thee. |
Aboard my galley I invite you all. |
Will you lead, lords? |
ALL. Show's the way, sir. |
POMPEY. Come. Exeunt all but ENOBARBUS and MENAS |
MENAS. [Aside] Thy father, Pompey, would ne'er have made this |
treaty.- You and I have known, sir. |
ENOBARBUS. At sea, I think. |
MENAS. We have, sir. |
ENOBARBUS. You have done well by water. |
MENAS. And you by land. |
ENOBARBUS. I Will praise any man that will praise me; though it |
cannot be denied what I have done by land. |
MENAS. Nor what I have done by water. |
ENOBARBUS. Yes, something you can deny for your own safety: you |
have been a great thief by sea. |
MENAS. And you by land. |
ENOBARBUS. There I deny my land service. But give me your hand, |
Menas; if our eyes had authority, here they might take two |
thieves kissing. |
MENAS. All men's faces are true, whatsome'er their hands are. |
ENOBARBUS. But there is never a fair woman has a true face. |
MENAS. No slander: they steal hearts. |
ENOBARBUS. We came hither to fight with you. |
MENAS. For my part, I am sorry it is turn'd to a drinking. |
Pompey doth this day laugh away his fortune. |
ENOBARBUS. If he do, sure he cannot weep't back again. |
MENAS. Y'have said, sir. We look'd not for Mark Antony here. Pray |
you, is he married to Cleopatra? |
ENOBARBUS. Caesar' sister is call'd Octavia. |
MENAS. True, sir; she was the wife of Caius Marcellus. |
ENOBARBUS. But she is now the wife of Marcus Antonius. |
MENAS. Pray ye, sir? |
ENOBARBUS. 'Tis true. |
MENAS. Then is Caesar and he for ever knit together. |
ENOBARBUS. If I were bound to divine of this unity, I would not |
prophesy so. |
MENAS. I think the policy of that purpose made more in the marriage |
than the love of the parties. |
ENOBARBUS. I think so too. But you shall find the band that seems |
to tie their friendship together will be the very strangler of |
their amity: Octavia is of a holy, cold, and still conversation. |
MENAS. Who would not have his wife so? |
ENOBARBUS. Not he that himself is not so; which is Mark Antony. He |
will to his Egyptian dish again; then shall the sighs of Octavia |
blow the fire up in Caesar, and, as I said before, that which is |
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