You have made me offer
Of Sicily, Sardinia; and I must
Rid all the sea of pirates; then, to send
of wheat to Rome; this 'greed upon
To part with unhack'd edges, and bear back
Our targes undinted.
OCTAVIUS CAESAR, MARK ANTONY
That's our offer.
I came before you here a man prepared
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 Caesar and your brother were
Your mother came to Sicily and did find
Her welcome friendly.
I have heard it, Pompey;
And am well studied for a liberal thanks
Which I do owe you.
Let me have your hand:
I did not think, sir, to have met you here.
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.
Since I saw you last,
There is a change upon you.
Well, I know not
What counts harsh fortune casts upon my face;
But in my bosom shall she never come,
make my heart her vassal.
Well met here.
I hope so, Lepidus. Thus we are agreed:
I crave our composition may be written,
And seal'd between us.
That's the next to do.
We'll feast each other ere we part; and let's
Draw lots who shall begin.
That will I, Pompey.
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