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 called 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? 

 MENAS. I have ever held my cap off to thy fortunes. 

 POMPEY. Thou hast served me with much faith. What’s else to say?— Be jolly, lords. 

 ANTONY. These quicksands, Lepidus, Keep off them, for you sink. 

 MENAS. Wilt thou be lord of all the world? 

 POMPEY. What sayst thou? 

 MENAS. Wilt thou be lord of the whole world? That’s twice. 

 POMPEY. How should that be? 

 MENAS. But entertain it, And though you think me poor, I am the man Will give thee all the world. 

 POMPEY. Hast thou drunk well? 

 MENAS. No, Pompey, I have kept me from the cup. Thou art, if thou dar’st be, the earthly Jove. Whate’er the ocean pales or sky inclips Is thine, if thou wilt have’t. 

 POMPEY. Show me which way. 

 MENAS. 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 then is thine. 

 POMPEY. Ah, this thou shouldst have done And not have spoke on ’t! In me ’tis villainy; In thee ’t had been good 

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