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]
Enter Ventidius, as it were in triumph, [with Silius
and other Romans, Officers, and Soldiers;] the
dead body of Pacorus borne before him.
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 whither8
The routed fly; so thy grand captain Antony
1-5 Now, darting Parthia . . . Marcus Crassus; cf. n.