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?