Pom. Say in mine ear; what is 't?
Men. Whispers in's ear. Forsake thy seat, I do beseech thee, captain, 44
And hear me speak a word.
Pom. Forbear me till anon.
This wine for Lepidus!
Lep. What manner o' thing is your crocodile?
Ant. It is shaped, sir, like itself, and it is as 48
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. 52
Lep. What colour is it of?
Ant. Of it own colour too.
Lep. 'Tis a strange serpent.
Ant. 'Tis so; and the tears of it are wet. 56
Cæs. Will this description satisfy him?
Ant. With the health that Pompey gives him,
else he is a very epicure.
Pom. Go hang sir, hang! Tell me of that? away! 60
Do as I bid you. Where's this cup I call'd for?
Men. If for the sake of merit thou wilt hear me,
Rise from thy stool.
Pom. I think thou'rt mad. The matter?
Men. I have ever held my cap off to thy fortunes. 64
Pom. Thou hast serv'd me with much faith. What's else to say?
Be jolly, lords.
Ant. These quick-sands, Lepidus,
Keep off them, for you sink.
50 it own: its own
51 elements: substances of its body
52 transmigrates: its soul passes to another body
