Act Two
Scene Seven
Sub-Scene Two
A hummingbird whispers:
Persevere, and you shall thrive.
The feast went on, and
Pompey Jr was filled with joy. Enobarbus approached Menas.
“Here this is to you,
Menas!” Enobarbus offered the glass. They drank.
“Enobarbus, welcome.” Menas
smiled.
“There is a strong man,
Menas.” Enobarbus said.
“Who? Pompey Jr? Or the one
you called Boss?” Menas looked at gathered.
“No, that one.” Enobarbus
pointed to the servant who carried off Lepidus. “He weighs a ton. His wife told
me so. Lepidus is a heavy man. He carries one-third of the world, man.”
Enobarbus smiled. It was reference to Lepidus as the member of Triumvirate.
“He holds a third, then, and
is drunk. If only the others were drunk, so it would all spin with joy!” Menas
smiled back.
“Have a drink. Increase the
spinning.” Enobarbus roared. Across the chamber, Pompey Jr was still
celebrating.
“Mark Antony, is the feast
not yet as wild as an Egyptian feast?” Pompey Jr asked Mark Antony.
It is getting there. Open
more casks, I say! A toast to Caesar.” Mark replied. He was anxious to be away
and avoid the references to Egypt.
“I could do without it. It
is unnatural for me to drink if it makes my brain cloudy. I am seeing double on
everything.” Caesar said.
“Get into the spirit of
things.” Pompey Jr shouted. “We are friends now.”
“You take the drink, and I
will take another... But I had rather go without eating for four days than
drink so much in one day.”
“Ha! My boss, shall we dance
the Tarantella now and celebrate our drinking?” Enobarbus called out.
“Let us see it, good
soldier.” Pompey Jr smiled.
“Come, let us all take
hands, until this wine conquers us and sends us into a calm, gentle, forgetful
stupor.” Mark called it. “Let us go to the seacoast to see”
‘While the full moon shines,
The night seems to be the
morning.
The fishermen of Mergellina
Gather around you with the
lively
The tarantella, the
tarantella!
Gather around you with the
lively
Tarantella, tarantella!’
They all sang the chorus.
“E
tiritùppete-tttùppete-tttùppete
Ttùppete, ttùppete,
ttùppete, ttù...
E
tiritùppete-tttùppete-tttùppete
La tarantella la llara lla
llá...’
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The singing went on, and
everyone finally sat down.
“Pompey Jr, good night.”
Caesar greeted the other. He then turned to Mark Antony. “Given our serious
business, we should not be fooling around like this. Strong Enobarbus is not
strong enough to handle the wine, and I cannot articulate my words clearly.
This wild drunkenness has almost made fools out of all of us. What else needs
to be said? Good night. Good Antony, give me your hand. Stay as my friend.”
All of them left except
Menas and Enobarbus.
“Menas, I am not leaving
yet.” Enobarbus told Menas. “I can see you hardly touched the wine. Are you
well?”
“I am, but my digestion is
mixed. I am just holding up.” Menas smiled. “Enobarbus, do join me. I can do
with one more glass.”
They drank, and then Menas
looked at his empty glass.
“Feels like yesterday; it
was full and now empty.” Menas sighed. “Like our commitments at times, I was
married once, but since then, I merely fuck.”
“We lost many friends too.
It was... senseless, but that is our life.” Enobarbus smiled. “Hey, our feast
has roused the whole club, but none came to complain. They valued their balls
there.” Menas smiled. “Someone shall tell us we left our guns at home with the
wives.”
“I have mine, but no
bullets. It is the same with my prick, but my wife holds the balls. Or rather,
my ex-wife did. I have no other children with the other ladies.” Menas revealed
the concealed gun.
“Hoo, I say! There goes my
hat.” Enobarbus looked at Menas. He changed the subject then. “We will meet
again. We got things to talk about.”
“Yes, but not today. Let us
go home.” Menas smiled. Enobarbus watched the others leave the chamber. He
smiled to himself.
“I will be watching you, son
of a bitch.”
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