Pom. Enjoy thy plainness,
It nothing ill becomes thee.
Aboard my galley I invite you all: 80
Will you lead, lords?
| Cæs. | Show us the way, sir. | ||
| Ant. | |||
| Lep. |
Pom. Come.
Men Thy father, Pompey, would ne'er have
made this treaty. You and I have known, sir.
Eno. At sea, I think. 84
Men. We have, sir.
Eno. You have done well by water.
Men. And you by land.
Eno. I will praise any man that will praise 88
me; though it cannot be denied what I have
done by land.
Men. Nor what I have done by water.
Eno. Yes, something you can deny for your 92
own safety; you have been a great thief by sea.
Men. And you by land.
Eno. There I deny my land service. But
give me your hand, Menas; if our eyes had 96
authority, here they might take two thieves
kissing.
Men. All men's faces are true, whatsoe'er
their hands are. 100
Eno. But there is never a fair woman has a
true face.
Men. No slander; they steal hearts.
Eno. We came hither to fight with you. 104
Men. For my part, I am sorry it is turned to
83 known: met
97 authority: warrant to arrest
