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ANTONY

These quick-sands, Lepidus,
Keep off them, for you sink.

MENAS
Wilt thou be lord of all the world? [60]

POMPEY
What say’st thou?

MENAS
Wilt thou be lord of the whole world? That’s twice.

POMPEY

How should that be?

MENAS

But entertain it,
And though thou think me poor, I am the man
Will give thee all the world.

POMPEY
Hast thou drunk well?

MENAS
No, Pompey, I have kept me from the cup. [65]

Thou art, if thou dar’st be, the earthly Jove:
Whate’er the ocean pales, or sky inclips,
Is thine, if thou wilt ha’t.

POMPEY
Show me which way.

MENAS
These three world-sharers, these competitors,

Are in thy vessel. Let me cut the cable, [70]
And when we are put off, fall to their throats: