| 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. | 
|  | 
| 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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