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	[Flourish. Enter POMPEY and MENAS at one door,
	with drum and trumpet: at another, OCTAVIUS CAESAR,
	with Soldiers marching]

POMPEY: Your hostages I have, so have you mine;
	And we shall talk before we fight.

	That first we come to words; and therefore have we
	Our written purposes before us sent;
	Which, if thou hast consider'd, let us know
	If 'twill tie up thy discontented sword,
	And carry back to Sicily much tall youth
	That else must perish here.

POMPEY: To you all three,
	The senators alone of this great world,
	Chief factors for the gods, I do not know
	Wherefore my father should revengers want,
	Having a son and friends; since Julius Caesar,
	Who at Philippi the good Brutus ghosted,
	There saw you labouring for him. What was't
	That moved pale Cassius to conspire; and what
	Made the all-honour'd, honest Roman, Brutus,
	With the arm'd rest, courtiers and beauteous freedom,
	To drench the Capitol; but that they would
	Have one man but a man? And that is it
	Hath made me rig my navy; at whose burthen
	The anger'd ocean foams; with which I meant
	To scourge the ingratitude that despiteful Rome
	Cast on my noble father.

OCTAVIUS CAESAR: Take your time.

MARK ANTONY: Thou canst not fear us, Pompey, with thy sails;
	We'll speak with thee at sea: at land, thou know'st
	How much we do o'er-count thee.

POMPEY: At land, indeed,
	Thou dost o'er-count me of my father's house:
	But, since the cuckoo builds not for himself,
	Remain in't as thou mayst.

LEPIDUS: Be pleased to tell us--
	For this is from the present--how you take
	The offers we have sent you.

OCTAVIUS CAESAR: There's the point.

MARK ANTONY: Which do not be entreated to, but weigh
	What it is worth embraced.

OCTAVIUS CAESAR: And what may follow,
	To try a larger fortune.

POMPEY: You have made me offer
	Of Sicily, Sardinia; and I must
	Rid all the sea of pirates; then, to send
	Measures of wheat to Rome; this 'greed upon
	To part with unhack'd edges, and bear back
	Our targes undinted.

MARK ANTONY: |  That's our offer.

POMPEY: Know, then,
	I came before you here a man prepared
	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.

MARK 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.

MARK ANTONY: The beds i' the east are soft; and thanks to you,
	That call'd me timelier than my purpose hither;
	For I have gain'd by 't.

OCTAVIUS 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.

OCTAVIUS CAESAR: That's the next to do.

POMPEY: We'll feast each other ere we part; and let's
	Draw lots who shall begin.

MARK 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.

MARK ANTONY: You have heard much.

POMPEY: I have fair meanings, sir.

MARK ANTONY: And fair words to them.

POMPEY: Then so much have I heard:
	And I have heard, Apollodorus carried--

DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS: No more of that: he did so.

POMPEY: What, I pray you?

DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS: A certain queen to Caesar in a mattress.

POMPEY: I know thee now: how farest thou, soldier?

	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 behavior.

	I never loved you much; but I ha' praised ye,
	When you have well deserved 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?

MARK ANTONY: |  Show us the way, sir.


	[Exeunt all but MENAS and ENOBARBUS]

MENAS: [Aside]  Thy father, Pompey, would ne'er have
	made this treaty.--You and I have known, sir.


MENAS: We have, sir.

DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS: You have done well by water.

MENAS: And you by land.

DOMITIUS 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.

DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS: Yes, something you can deny for your own
	safety: you have been a great thief by sea.

MENAS: And you by land.

DOMITIUS 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.

DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS: But there is never a fair woman has a true face.

MENAS: No slander; they steal hearts.

DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS: We came hither to fight with you.

MENAS: For my part, I am sorry it is turned to a drinking.
	Pompey doth this day laugh away his fortune.

DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS: If he do, sure, he cannot weep't back again.

MENAS: You've said, sir. We looked not for Mark Antony
	here: pray you, is he married to Cleopatra?

DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS: Caesar's sister is called Octavia.

MENAS: True, sir; she was the wife of Caius Marcellus.

DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS: But she is now the wife of Marcus Antonius.

MENAS: Pray ye, sir?


MENAS: Then is Caesar and he for ever knit together.

DOMITIUS 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.

DOMITIUS 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?

DOMITIUS 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 the strength of their
	amity shall prove the immediate author of their
	variance. Antony will use his affection where it is:
	he married but his occasion here.

MENAS: And thus it may be. Come, sir, will you aboard?
	I have a health for you.

DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS: I shall take it, sir: we have used our throats in Egypt.

MENAS: Come, let's away.



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