SCENE VII. On board Pompey’s Galley, lying near Misenum. Music. Enter two or three Servants with a banquet. FIRST SERVANT. Here they’ll be, man. Some o’ their plants are ill-rooted already; the least wind i’ th’ world will blow them down. SECOND SERVANT. Lepidus is high-coloured. FIRST SERVANT. They have made him drink alms-drink. SECOND SERVANT. As they pinch one another by the disposition, he cries out “no more”, reconciles them to his entreaty and himself to th’ drink. FIRST SERVANT. But it raises the greater war between him and his discretion. SECOND SERVANT. Why, this it is to have a name in great men’s fellowship. I had as lief have a reed that will do me no service as a partisan I could not heave. FIRST SERVANT. To be called into a huge sphere, and not to be seen to move in ’t, are the holes where eyes should be, which pitifully disaster the cheeks. A sennet sounded. Enter Caesar, Antony, Pompey, Lepidus, Agrippa, Maecenas, Enobarbus, Menas with other Captains. ANTONY. [_To Caesar_.] Thus do they, sir: they take the flow o’ th’ Nile By certain scales i’ th’ pyramid; they know By th’ height, the lowness, or the mean, if dearth Or foison follow. The higher Nilus swells, The more it promises. As it ebbs, the seedsman Upon the slime and ooze scatters his grain, And shortly comes to harvest. LEPIDUS. You’ve strange serpents there? ANTONY. Ay, Lepidus. LEPIDUS. Your serpent of Egypt is bred now of your mud by the operation of your sun; so is your crocodile. ANTONY. They are so. POMPEY. Sit, and some wine! A health to Lepidus! LEPIDUS. I am not so well as I should be, but I’ll ne’er out. ENOBARBUS. Not till you have slept. I fear me you’ll be in till then. LEPIDUS. Nay, certainly, I have heard the Ptolemies’ pyramises are very goodly things. Without contradiction I have heard that. MENAS. [_Aside to Pompey_.] Pompey, a word. 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? 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?