POMPEY.
[Aside to Menas.] Say in mine ear what is ’t?
MENAS.
[Whispers in ’s ear.] Forsake thy seat, I do beseech thee, captain,
And hear me speak a word.
POMPEY.
[Aside to Menas.] Forbear me till anon.—
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?