1178Pom. Your Hostages I haue, so haue you mine:

1179And we shall talke before we fight.

1180Caesar. Most meete that first we come to words,

1181And therefore haue we

1182Our written purposes before vs sent,

1183Which if thou hast considered, let vs know,

1184If 'twill tye vp thy discontented Sword,

1185And carry backe to Cicelie much tall youth,

1186That else must perish heere.

1187Pom. To you all three,

1188The Senators alone of this great world,

1189Chiefe Factors for the Gods. I do not know,

1190Wherefore my Father should reuengers want,

1191Hauing a Sonne and Friends, since Iulius Caesar,

1192Who at Phillippi the good Brutus ghosted,

1193There saw you labouring for him. What was't

1194That mou'd pale Cassius to conspire? And what

1195Made all-honor'd, honest, Romaine Brutus,

1196With the arm'd rest, Courtiers of beautious freedome,

1197To drench the Capitoll, but that they would

1198Haue one man but a man, and that his it

1199Hath made me rigge my Nauie. At whose burthen,

1200The anger'd Ocean fomes, with which I meant

1201To scourge th'ingratitude, that despightfull Rome

1202Cast on my Noble Father.

1203Caesar. Take your time.

1204Ant. Thou can'st not feare vs Pompey with thy sailes.

1205Weele speake with thee at Sea. At land thou know'st

1206How much we do o're-count thee.

1207Pom. At Land indeed

1208Thou dost orecount me of my Fatherrs house:

1209But since the Cuckoo buildes not for himselfe,

1210Remaine in't as thou maist.

1211Lepi. Be pleas'd to tell vs,

1212(For this is from the present how you take)

1213The offers we haue sent you.

1214Caesar. There's the point.

1215Ant. Which do not be entreated too,

1216But waigh what it is worth imbrac'd

1217Caesar. And what may follow to try a larger Fortune.

1218Pom. You haue made me offer

1219Of Cicelie, Sardinia: and I must

1220Rid all the Sea of Pirats. Then, to send

1221Measures of Wheate to Rome: this greed vpon,

1222To part with vnhackt edges, and beare backe

1223Our Targes vndinted.

1224Omnes. That's our offer.

1225Pom. Know then I came before you heere,

1226A man prepar'd

1227To take this offer. But Marke Anthony,

1228Put me to some impatience: though I loose

1229The praise of it by telling. You must know

1230When Caesar and your Brother were at blowes,

1231Your Mother came to Cicelie, and did finde

1232Her welcome Friendly.

1233Ant. I haue heard it Pompey,

1234And am well studied for a liberall thanks,

1235Which I do owe you.

1236Pom. Let me haue your hand:

1237I did not thinke Sir, to haue met you heere,

1238Ant. The beds i'th'East are soft, and thanks to you,

1239That cal'd me timelier then my purpose hither:

1240For I haue gained by't.

1241Caesar. Since I saw you last, ther's a change vpon you.

1242Pom. Well, I know not,

1243What counts harsh Fotune cast's vpon my face,

1244But in my bosome shall she neuer come,

1245To make my heart her vassaile.

1246Lep. Well met heere.

1247Pom. I hope so Lepidus, thus we are agreed:

1248I craue our composion may be written

1249And seal'd betweene vs,

1250Caesar. That's the next to do.

1251Pom. Weele feast each other, ere we part, and lett's

1252Draw lots who shall begin.

1253Ant. That will I Pompey.

1254Pompey. No Anthony take the lot: but first or last,

1255your fine Egyptian cookerie shall haue the fame, I haue

1256heard that Iulius Caesar, grew fat with feasting there.

1257Anth. You haue heard much.

1258Pom. I haue faire meaning Sir.

1259Ant. And faire words to them.

1260Pom. Then so much haue I heard,

1261And I haue heard Appolodorus carried---

1262Eno. No more that: he did so.

1263Pom. What I pray you?

1264Eno. A certaine Queene to Caesar in a Matris.

1265Pom. I know thee now, how far'st thou Souldier?

1266Eno. Well, and well am like to do, for I perceiue

1267Foure Feasts are toward.

1268Pom. Let me shake thy hand,

1269I neuer hated thee: I haue seene thee fight,

1270When I haue enuied thy behauiour.

1271Enob. Sir, I neuer lou'd you much, but I ha'prais'd ye,

1272When you haue well deseru'd ten times as much,

1273As I haue said you did.

1274Pom. Inioy thy plainnesse,

1275It nothing ill becomes thee:

1276Aboord my Gally, I inuite you all.

1277Will you leade Lords?

1278All. Shew's the way, sir.

1279Pom. Come. Exeunt. Manet Enob. & Menas

1280Men. Thy Father Pompey would ne're haue made this

1281Treaty. You, and I haue knowne sir.

1282Enob. At Sea, I thinke.

1283Men. We haue Sir.

1284Enob. You haue done well by water.

1285Men. And you by Land.

1286Enob. I will praise any man that will praise me, thogh

1287it cannot be denied what I haue done by Land.

1288Men. Nor what I haue done by water.

1289Enob. Yes some-thing you can deny for your owne

1290safety: you haue bin a great Theefe by Sea.

1291Men. And you by Land.

1292Enob. There I deny my Land seruice: but giue mee

1293your hand Menas, if our eyes had authority, heere they

1294might take two Theeues kissing.

1295Men. All mens faces are true, whatsomere their hands

1296are.

1297Enob. But there is neuer a fayre Woman, ha's a true

1298Face.

1299Men. No slander, they steale hearts.

1300Enob. We came hither to fight with you.

1301Men. For my part, I am sorry it is turn'd to a Drink-

1302ing. Pompey doth this day laugh away his Fortune.

1303Enob. If he do, sure he cannot weep't backe againe.

1304Men. Y'haue said Sir, we look'd not for Marke An-

1305thony heere, pray you, is he married to Cleopatra?

1306Enob. Caesars Sister is call'd Octauia.

1307Men. True Sir, she was the wife of Caius Marcellus.

1308Enob. But she is now the wife of Marcus Anthonius.

1309Men. Pray'ye sir.

1310Enob. 'Tis true.

1311Men. Then is Caesar and he, for euer knit together.

1312Enob. If I were bound to Diuine of this vnity, I wold

1313not Prophesie so.

1314Men. I thinke the policy of that purpose, made more

1315in the Marriage, then the loue of the parties.

1316Enob. I thinke so too. But you shall finde the band

1317that seemes to tye their friendship together, will bee the

1318very strangler of their Amity: Octauia is of a holy, cold,

1319and still conuersation.

1320Men. Who would not haue his wife so?

1321Eno. Not he that himselfe is not so: which is Marke

1322Anthony: he will to his Egyptian dish againe: then shall

1323the sighes of Octauia blow the fire vp in Caesar, and (as I

1324said before) that which is the strength of their Amity,

1325shall proue the immediate Author of their variance. An-

1326thony will vse his affection where it is. Hee married but

1327his occasion heere.

1328Men. And thus it may be. Come Sir, will you aboord?

1329I haue a health for you.

1330Enob. I shall take it sir: we haue vs'd our Throats in

1331Egypt.

1332Men. Come, let's away. Exeunt.