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.
Pom. I'll try you on the shore.
Ant. And shall, sir: give's your hand.
You have my father's house,--But, what? we are
Pom. 0 Antony, 131
Come, down into the boat.
Eno. Take heed you fall not.
[Exeunt all but Enobarbus and Menas.
Menas, I'll not on shore.
Men. 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! [Sound a flourish, with drums.
Eno. Hoo! says'a. There's my cap.
Men. Hoo! noble captain, come. [Exeunt.
A plain in Syria.
Enter Ventidius, as it were in triumph, with Silius, and other Romans, Officers, and soldiers; the dead body of Pacorus borne before him.
Ven. Now, darting Parthia, art thou struck; and now
Pleased fortune does of Marcus Crassus' death
Make me revenger. Bear the king's son's body