Antony and Cleopatra - William Shakespeare (e book reader android txt) 📗
- Author: William Shakespeare
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On board Pompey’s galley, off Misenum.
Music plays. Enter two or three Servants with a banquet. First Servant Here they’ll be, man. Some o’ their plants are ill-rooted already; the least wind i’ the world will blow them down. Second Servant Lepidus is high-coloured. First Servant They have made him drink alms-drink. Second Servant As they pinch one another by the disposition, he cries out “No more;” reconciles them to his entreaty, and himself to the drink. First Servant But it raises the greater war between him and his discretion. Second Servant Why, this it is to have a name in great men’s fellowship: I had as lief have a reed that will do me no service as a partisan I could not heave. First Servant To be called into a huge sphere, and not to be seen to move in’t, are the holes where eyes should be, which pitifully disaster the cheeks. A sennet sounded. Enter Caesar, Antony, Lepidus, Pompey, Agrippa, Mecaenas, Enobarbas, Menas, with other captains. AntonyTo Caesar. Thus do they, sir: they take the flow o’ the Nile
By certain scales i’ the pyramid; they know,
By the height, the lowness, or the mean, if dearth
Or foison follow: the higher Nilus swells,
The more it promises: as it ebbs, the seedsman
Upon the slime and ooze scatters his grain,
And shortly comes to harvest.
Aside to Pompey. Forsake thy seat, I do beseech thee, captain,
And hear me speak a word.
Aside to Menas. Forbear me till anon.
This wine for Lepidus!
Aside to Menas. Go hang, sir, hang! Tell me of that? away!
Do as I bid you. Where’s this cup I call’d for?
Aside to Pompey. If for the sake of merit thou wilt hear me,
Rise from thy stool.
Thou hast served me with much faith. What’s else to say?
Be jolly, lords.
These quick-sands, Lepidus,
Keep off them, for you sink.
But entertain it,
And, though thou think me poor, I am the man
Will give thee all the world.
No, Pompey, I have kept me from the cup.
Thou art, if thou darest be, the earthly Jove:
Whate’er the ocean pales, or sky inclips,
Is thine, if thou wilt ha’t.
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.
Ah, this thou shouldst have done,
And not have spoke on’t! In me ’tis villany;
In thee’t had been good service. Thou must know,
’Tis not my profit that does lead mine honour;
Mine honour, it. 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. Desist, and drink.
Aside. For this,
I’ll never follow thy pall’d fortunes more.
Who seeks, and will not take when once ’tis offer’d,
Shall never find it more.
The third part, then, is drunk: would it were all,
That it might go on wheels!
It ripens towards it. Strike the vessels, ho!
Here is to Caesar!
I could well forbear’t.
It’s monstrous labour, when I wash my brain,
And it grows fouler.
Possess it, I’ll make answer:
But I had rather fast
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