Till that the conquering wine hath steep’d our sense
In soft and delicate Lethe.
Eno. All take hands.
Make battery to our ears with the loud music:
The while I’ll place you: then the boy shall sing;
The holding every man shall bear as loud
As his strong sides can volley.
[Music plays, Enobarbus places them hand in hand.
The Song.
“Come, thou monarch of the vine,