The Same A Room in CÆSAR'S House. |
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Enter CÆSAR, ANTONY, OCTAVIA between them; Attendants. |
| Ant. The world and my great office will sometimes |
| Divide me from your bosom. |
| Oct. All which time |
| Before the gods my knee shall bow my prayers |
| To them for you. |
| Ant. Good night, sir. My Octavia, |
| Read not my blemishes in the world's report; |
| I have not kept my square, but that to come |
| Shall all be done by the rule. Good night, dear lady. |
| Oct. Good night, sir. |
| Cæs. Good night. [Exeunt CÆSAR and OCTAVIA. |
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Enter Soothsayer. |
| Ant. Now, sirrah; you do wish yourself in Egypt? |
| Sooth. Would I had never come from thence, nor you |
| Thither! |
| Ant. If you can, your reason? |
| Sooth. I see it in |
| My motion, have it not in my tongue: but yet |
| Hie you to Egypt again. |
| Ant. Say to me, |
| Whose fortunes shall rise higher, Cæsar's or mine? |
| Sooth. Cæsar's. |
| Therefore, O Antony! stay not by his side; |
| Thy demon—that's thy spirit which keeps thee,—is |
| Noble, courageous, high, unmatchable, |
| Where Cæsar's is not; but near him thy angel |
| Becomes a fear, as being o'erpower'd; therefore |
| Make space enough between you. |
| Ant. Speak this no more. |
| Sooth. To none but thee; no more but when to thee. |
| If thou dost play with him at any game |
| Thou art sure to lose, and, of that natural luck, |
| He beats thee 'gainst the odds; thy lustre thickens |
| When he shines by. I say again, thy spirit |
| Is all afraid to govern thee near him, |
| But he away, 'tis noble. |
| Ant. Get thee gone: |
| Say to Ventidius I would speak with him. [Exit Soothsayer. |
| He shall to Parthia. Be it art or hap |
| He hath spoken true; the very dice obey him. |
| And in our sports my better cunning faints |
| Under his chance; if we draw lots he speeds, |
| His cocks do win the battle still of mine |
| When it is all to nought, and his quails ever |
| Beat mine, inhoop'd, at odds. I will to Egypt; |
| And though I make this marriage for my peace, |
| I' the east my pleasure lies. |
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Enter VENTIDIUS. |
| O! come, Ventidius, |
| You must to Parthia; your commission's ready; |
| Follow me, and receive 't. [Exeunt. |
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