William Shakespeare: Antony and Cleopatra

ACT II. 7. SCENE VII. On board POMPEY'S Galley, lying near Misenum. (continued)

       SONG.
  Come, thou monarch of the vine,
  Plumpy Bacchus with pink eyne!
  In thy fats our cares be drown'd,
  With thy grapes our hairs be crown'd:
  Cup us, till the world go round,
  Cup us, till the world go round!

CAESAR.
What would you more?--Pompey, good night. Good brother,
Let me request you off: our graver business
Frowns at this levity.--Gentle lords, let's part;
You see we have burnt our cheeks: strong Enobarb
Is weaker than the wine; and mine own tongue
Splits what it speaks: the wild disguise hath almost
Antick'd us all. What needs more words. Good night.--
Good Antony, your hand.

POMPEY.
I'll try you on the shore.

ANTONY.
And shall, sir: give's your hand.

POMPEY.
O Antony,
You have my father's house,--but, what? we are friends.
Come, down into the boat.

ENOBARBUS.
Take heed you fall not.

[Exeunt POMPEY, CAESAR, ANTONY, and Attendants.]

Menas, I'll not on shore.

MENAS.
No, to my cabin.--
These drums!--these trumpets, flutes! what!--
Let Neptune hear we bid a loud farewell
To these great fellows: sound and be hang'd, sound out!

[A flourish of trumpets, with drums.]

ENOBARBUS.
Hoo! says 'a.--There's my cap.

MENAS.
Hoo!--noble captain, come.

[Exeunt.]