Eno. They are his shards*, and he their beetle. So,

[Trumpets. This is to horse.-Adieu, noble Agrippa.

Agr. Good fortune, worthy soldier; and farewell.

Enter Cæsar, Antony, Lepidus, and Octavia.
Ant. No further, sir.

Cæs. You take from me a great part of myself ;
Use me well in it.-Sister, prove such a wife
As my thoughts make thee, and as my furthest bandt
Shall pass on thy approof.--Most noble Antony,
Let not the piece of virtuet, 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 loved without this mean, if on both parts
This be not cherish'd.

Make me not offended
In your distrust.

I have said.

You shall not find, Though you be therein curious 5, 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.

ces. Farewell, my dearest sister, fare thee well; The elements | be kind to thee, and make Thy spirits all of comfort! fare thee well.

Octa. 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.

Octa. Sir, look well to my husband's house; and


I'll tell you in your ear. Ant. Her tongue will not obey her heart, nor can

• Wings.
$ Scrupulous.

+ Bond. | Octavia.

| Of air and water,

Her heart inform her tongue : the swan's-down fea.

ther, That stands upou the swell at full of tide, And neither way inclines.

Eno. Will Cæsar weep? (Aside to Agrippa. 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

What willingly he did confound*, he waild:
Believe it, till I weep too.

No, sweet Octavia,
You shall hear from me still; the time shall not
Out-go my thinking on you.

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.

Adieu ; be happy!
Lep. Let all the number of the stars give light
To thy fair way!
Farewell, farewell!

[Kisses Octavia, Ant.

Farewell. [Trumpets sound. Exeunt.

# Destroy.


Alexandria. A room in the palace.

Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras, and Alexas.

Cleo. Where is the fellow?

Half afеard to come. Cleo. Go to, go to:-Come hither, sir.

Enter a Messenger. Aler.

Good-majesty, Herod of Jewry dare not look upon you, But when you are well pleas'd. Cleo.

That Herod's head I'll have: But how? when Antony is gone, Through whom I might command it.--Come thou

near. Mess. Most gracious majesty, Cleo.

Didst thou behold Octavia ?

Mess. Ay, dread queen.


Madam, in Rome
I look'd her in the face; and saw her led
Between her brother and Mark Antony.

Cleo. Is she as tall as me?

She is not, madam, Cleo. Didst hear her speak? Is she shrill-tongu'd,

or low? Mess. Madam, I heard her speak; she is low

voic'd. Cleo. That's not so good: he cannot like her long. Char. Like her? O Isis ! 'tis impossible. Cleo. I think so, Charmian: Dull of tongue, and


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What majesty is in her gait? Remember,
If e'er thou look’dst on majesty.

She creeps;
Her motion and her station* are as one:
She shows a body rather than a life;
A statue, than a breather.

Is this certain ?
Mess. Or I have no observance.

Three in Egypt
Cannot make better note.

He's very knowing,
I do perceiv't:-There's nothing in her yet:
The fellow has good judgement.

Cleo. Guess at her years, I pr’ythee.

Madan She was a widow. Cleo.

Widow-Charmian, hark. Mess. And I do think, she's thirty. Cleo. Bear'st thou hier face in mind? is it long, or

round? Mess. Round even to faultiness. Cleo.

For the most part too, They are foolish that are so.—Her hair, what colour?

Mess. Brown, madam: And her forehead is as low As she would wish it. Cleo.

There is gold for thee. Thou must not take my former sharpness ill : I will employ thee back again; I find thee Most fit for business: Go, make thee ready; Our letters are prepar'd. [Exit Messengers Char.

A proper man. Cleo. Indeed, he is so: I repent me much, That so I harry'd t him. Wny, metlinks, by him, This creature's no such thing. Char.

0, nothing, madam. Cleo. The man hath seen some majesty, and

should know.

• Standing.

Pulled, lugged.

Char. Hath he seen majesty? Isis else defend,
And serving you so long!
Cleo. I have one thing more to ask him yet, good

Charmian :
But’uis no matter; thou shalt bring him to me
Where I will write: All may be well enough.
Char. I warrant you, madam.



Athens. A room in Antony's house.

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 publick ear: Spoke scantly of me: when perforce he could not i But pay me terms of honour, cold and sickly He vented I them ; most narrow measure lent me: When the best bint was given him, he not took't, Or did it from his teeth g. 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: And the good gods will mock me presently, When I shall pray, 0, bless my lord and husband ! Undo that prayer, by crying out as loud,

• Similar tendency.

+ Could not help. Published. Ø Indistinct, through his teeth. || Resent. VOL. VII.


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