POMPEY.
This health to Lepidus!
ANTONY.
Bear him ashore. I’ll pledge it for him, Pompey.
ENOBARBUS.
Here’s to thee, Menas!
MENAS.
Enobarbus, welcome!
POMPEY.
Fill till the cup be hid.
ENOBARBUS.
There’s a strong fellow, Menas.
[Pointing to the servant who carries off Lepidus.]
MENAS.
Why?
ENOBARBUS.
’A bears the third part of the world, man. Seest not?
MENAS.
The third part, then, is drunk. Would it were all,
That it might go on wheels!