Athens. A Room in ANTONY'S House. |
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Enter ANTONY and OCTAVIA. |
Ant. Nay, nay, Octavia, not only that, |
That were excusable, that, and thousands more |
Of semblable import, but he hath wag'd |
New wars 'gainst Pompey; made his will, and read it |
To public ear: |
Spoke scantly of me; when perforce he could not |
But pay me terms of honour, cold and sickly |
He vented them; most narrow measure lent me; |
When the best hint was given him, he not took 't, |
Or did it from his teeth. |
Oct. O my good lord! |
Believe not all; or, if you must believe, |
Stomach not all. A more unhappy lady, |
If this division chance, ne'er stood between, |
Praying for both parts: |
The good gods will mock me presently, |
When I shall pray, 'O! bless my lord and husband;' |
Undo that prayer, by crying out as loud, |
'O! bless my brother!' Husband win, win brother, |
Prays, and destroys the prayer; no midway |
'Twixt these extremes at all. |
Ant. Gentle Octavia, |
Let your best love draw to that point which seeks |
Best to preserve it. If I lose mine honour |
I lose myself; better I were not yours |
Than yours so branchless. But, as you requested, |
Yourself shall go between's; the mean time, lady, |
I'll raise the preparation of a war |
Shall stain your brother; make your soonest haste, |
So your desires are yours. |
Oct. Thanks to my lord. |
The Jove of power make me most weak, most weak, |
Your reconciler! Wars 'twixt you twain would be |
As if the world should cleave, and that slain men |
Should solder up the rift. |
Ant. When it appears to you where this begins, |
Turn your displeasure that way; for our faults |
Can never be so equal that your love |
Can equally move with them. Provide your going; |
Choose your own company, and command what cost |
Your heart has mind to. [Exeunt. |
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