Pom. ⁠You have made me offer
Of Sicily, Sardinia; and I must
Rid all the sea of pirates; then, to send⁠36
Measures of wheat to Rome; this 'greed upon,
To part with unhack'd edges, and bear back
Our targets undinted.

Cæs. } Ant. } ⁠That's our offer. Lep. }

Pom. ⁠Know, then,
I came before you here a man prepar'd⁠40
To take this offer; but Mark Antony
Put me to some impatience. Though I lose
The praise of it by telling, you must know,
When Cæsar and your brother were at blows,⁠44
Your mother came to Sicily and did find
Her welcome friendly.

Ant. ⁠I have heard it, Pompey;
And am well studied for a liberal thanks
Which I do owe you.

Pom. ⁠Let me have your hand:⁠48
I did not think, sir, to have met you here.

Ant. The beds i' the east are soft; and thanks to you,
That call'd me timelier than my purpose hither,
For I have gain'd by 't.

Cæs. ⁠Since I saw you last,⁠52
There is a change upon you.

Pom. ⁠Well, I know not
What counts harsh Fortune casts upon my face,
But in my bosom shall she never come
To make my heart her vassal.