Eno. Take heed you fall not. 136
[Exeunt Pompey, Cæsar, Antony, and Attendants.]
Menas, I'll not on shore.
Men. No, to my cabin.
These drums! these trumpets, flutes! what!
Let Neptune hear we bid a loud farewell
To these great fellows: sound and be hang'd! sound out! 140
A flourish [of trumpets] with drums.
Eno. Hoo! says a'. There's my cap.
Men. Hoa! noble captain! come. Exeunt.
ACT THIRD
Scene One
[A Plain in Syria]
Ven. Now, darting Parthia, art thou struck; and now
Pleas'd fortune does of Marcus Crassus' death
Make me revenger. Bear the king's son's body
Before our army. Thy Pacorus, Orodes, 4
Pays this for Marcus Crassus.
Sil. Noble Ventidius,
Whilst yet with Parthian blood thy sword is warm,
The fugitive Parthians follow; spur through Media,
Mesopotamia, and the shelters whither 8
The routed fly; so thy grand captain Antony
1–5 Now, darting Parthia . . . Marcus Crassus; cf. n.