ACT II.
7. SCENE VII. On board POMPEY'S Galley, lying near Misenum.
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LEPIDUS.
I am not so well as I should be, but I'll ne'er out.
ENOBARBUS.
Not till you have slept; I fear me you'll be in till then.
LEPIDUS.
Nay, certainly, I have heard the Ptolemies' pyramises are very
goodly things; without contradiction I have heard that.
MENAS.
[Aside to POMPEY.] Pompey, a word.
POMPEY.
[Aside to MENAS.] Say in mine ear: what is't?
MENAS.
[Aside to POMPEY.] Forsake thy seat, I do beseech thee, captain,
And hear me speak a word.
POMPEY.
[Aside to MENAS.] Forbear me till ano.n--
This wine for Lepidus!
LEPIDUS.
What manner o' thing is your crocodile?
ANTONY.
It is shaped, sir, like itself; and it is as broad as it hath
breadth: it is just so high as it is, and moves with it own
organs: it lives by that which nourisheth it, and the elements
once out of it, it transmigrates.
LEPIDUS.
What colour is it of?
ANTONY.
Of its own colour too.
LEPIDUS.
'Tis a strange serpent.
ANTONY.
'Tis so. And the tears of it are wet.
CAESAR.
Will this description satisfy him?
ANTONY.
With the health that Pompey gives him, else he is a very epicure.
POMPEY.
[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?
MENAS.
[Aside to POMPEY.] If for the sake of merit thou wilt hear me,
Rise from thy stool.
POMPEY.
[Aside to MENAS.] I think thou'rt mad.
[Rises and walks aside.]
The matter?
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