Rome. A Room in CÆSAR'S House. |
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Enter AGRIPPA and ENOBARBUS, meeting. |
Agr. What! are the brothers parted? |
Eno. They have dispatch'd with Pompey; he is gone; |
The other three are sealing. Octavia weeps |
To part from Rome; Cæsar is sad; and Lepidus, |
Since Pompey's feast, as Menas says, is troubled |
With the green sickness. |
Agr. 'Tis a noble Lepidus. |
Eno. A very fine one. O! how he loves Cæsar. |
Agr. Nay, but how dearly he adores Mark Antony! |
Eno. Cæsar? Why, he's the Jupiter of men. |
Agr. What's Antony? The god of Jupiter. |
Eno. Spake you of Cæsar? How! the nonpareil! |
Agr. O, Antony! O thou Arabian bird! |
Eno. Would you praise Cæsar, say, 'Cæsar,' go no further. |
Agr. Indeed, he plied them both with excellent praises. |
Eno. But he loves Cæsar best; yet he loves Antony. |
Hoo! hearts, tongues, figures, scribes, bards, poets, cannot |
Think, speak, cast, write, sing, number; hoo! |
His love to Antony. But as for Cæsar, |
Kneel down, kneel down, and wonder. |
Agr. Both he loves. |
Eno. They are his shards, and he their beetle. [Trumpets within.] So; |
This is to horse. Adieu, noble Agrippa. |
Agr. Good fortune, worthy soldier, and farewell. |
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Enter CÆSAR, ANTONY, LEPIDUS, and OCTAVIA. |
Ant. No further, sir. |
Cæs. You take from me a great part of myself; |
Use me well in't. Sister, prove such a wife |
As my thoughts make thee, and as my furthest band |
Shall pass on thy approof. Most noble Antony, |
Let not the piece of virtue, which is set |
Betwixt us as the cement of our love |
To keep it builded, be the ram to batter |
The fortress of it; for better might we |
Have lov'd without this mean, if on both parts |
This be not cherish'd. |
Ant. Make me not offended |
In your distrust. |
Cæs. I have said. |
Ant. You shall not find, |
Though you be therein curious, the least cause |
For what you seem to fear. So, the gods keep you, |
And make the hearts of Romans serve your ends! |
We will here part. |
Cæs. Farewell, my dearest sister, fare thee well: |
The elements be kind to thee, and make |
Thy spirits all of comfort! fare thee well. |
Oct. My noble brother! |
Ant. The April's in her eyes; it is love's spring, |
And these the showers to bring it on. Be cheerful. |
Oct. Sir, look well to my husband's house; and— |
Cæs. What, |
Octavia? |
Oct. I'll tell you in your ear. |
Ant. Her tongue will not obey her heart, nor can |
Her heart obey her tongue; the swan's down-feather, |
That stands upon the swell at full of tide, |
And neither way inclines. |
Eno. [Aside to AGRIPPA.] Will Cæsar weep? |
Agr. He has a cloud in's face. |
Eno. He were the worse for that were he a horse; |
So is he, being a man. |
Agr. Why, Enobarbus, |
When Antony found Julius Cæsar dead |
He cried almost to roaring; and he wept |
When at Philippi he found Brutus slain. |
Eno. That year, indeed, he was troubled with a rheum; |
What willingly he did confound he wail'd, |
Believe 't, till I wept too. |
Cæs. No, sweet Octavia, |
You shall hear from me still; the time shall not |
Out-go my thinking on you. |
Ant. Come, sir, come; |
I'll wrestle with you in my strength of love: |
Look, here I have you; thus I let you go, |
And give you to the gods. |
Cæs. Adieu; be happy! |
Lep. Let all the number of the stars give light |
To thy fair way! |
Cæs. Farewell, farewell! [Kisses OCTAVIA. |
Ant. Farewell! [Trumpets sound. Exeunt. |
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