SCENE VII. On board POMPEY's galley, off Misenum.

Music plays. 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' the 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 the drink.

FIRST SERVANT
But it raises the greater war between him and
his discretion.

SECOND SERVANT
Why, this 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.