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Antony and Cleopatra, II. vii

Eno. All take hands.

Make battery to our ears with the loud music;

The while I'll place you; then the boy shall sing,

The holding every man shall bear as loud

As his strong sides can volley.

Music plays. Enobarbus places them hand in hand.

The Song.

Come, thou monarch of the vine,

Plumpy Bacchus, with pink eyne!

In thy fats our cares be drown'd,

With thy grapes our hairs be crown'd:

Cup us, till the world go round,

Cup us, till the world go round!'

Cæs. What would you more? Pompey, good night. Good brother,

Let me request you off; our graver business

Frowns at this levity. Gentle lords, let's part;

You see we have burnt our cheeks; strong Enobarb

Is weaker than the wine, and mine own tongue

Splits what it speaks; the wild disguise hath almost

Antick'd us all. What needs more words? Good night.

Good Antony, your hand.

Pom. I'll try you on the shore.

Ant. And shall, sir. Give's your hand.

Pom. O, Antony!

You have my father's house,—But, what? we are friends.

Come down into the boat.

 116 Make battery to our ears: let the music beat upon our ears.

118 holding: burden or chorus

121 pink eyne: blinking eyes

122 fats: wine vats

127 Let me request you off: let me request you to leave

132 Antick'd: made us all like buffoons 