Page 2435 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

Fly off our loves again!

LEPIDUS
Happily, amen!

ANTONY
I did not think to draw my sword ’gainst Pompey,
For he hath laid strange courtesies and great [155]
Of late upon me: I must thank him only,

Lest my remembrance suffer ill report;
At heel of that, defy him.

LEPIDUS
Time calls upon’s,
Of us must Pompey presently be sought,

Or else he seeks out us.

ANTONY

Where lies he? [160]

CÆSAR
About the Mount Misena.

ANTONY
What is his strenght?

CÆSAR
By land, great, and increasing: but by sea
He is an absolute master.

ANTONY
So is the fame.

Would we had spoke together! Haste we for it,
Yet ere we put ourselves in arms, despatch we [165]
The business we have talk’d of.

CÆSAR