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Eno. They are his shards*, and he their beetle. So,
This is to horse.-Adieu, noble Agrippa.
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.
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.
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; andCæs. What, Octavia?
I'll tell you in your ear. Ant. Her tongue will not obey her heart, nor can
Of air and water,
Her heart inform her tongue: the swan's-down fea
That stands upon the swell at full of tide,
Eno. Will Cæsar weep? [Aside to Agrippa. He has a cloud in's face.
Eno. He were the worse for that, were he a horse; So is he, being a man.
Eno. That year, indeed, he was troubled with a rheum;
What willingly he did confound*, he wail'd:
No, sweet Octavia, You shall hear from me still; the time shall not Out-go my thinking on you.
Come, sir, come;
Adieu; be happy! Lep. Let all the number of the stars give light To thy fair way!
[Kisses Octavia. Farewell. [Trumpets sound. Exeunt.
Alexandria. A room in the palace.
Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras, and Alexas.
Cleo. Where is the fellow?
Half afeard to come. Cleo. Go to, go to:-Come hither, sir.
Enter a Messenger.
Herod of Jewry dare not look upon you,
Mess. Most gracious majesty,-
That Herod's head
I'll have: But how? when Antony is gone, Through whom I might command it.-Come thou
Ay, dread queen.
Didst thou behold
I look'd her in the face; and saw her led
Cleo. Is she as tall as me?
Madam, in Rome
Mess. Madam, I heard her speak; she is lowvoic'd.
Cleo. That's not so good:-he cannot like her long.
What majesty is in her gait? Remember,
Her motion and her station are as one :
Mess. Or I have no observance.
Cannot make better note.
He's very knowing,
I do perceiv't:-There's nothing in her yet:-
Is this certain?
Three in Egypt
Cleo. Guess at her years, I pr'y thee.
She was a widow.
Mess. And I do think, she's thirty.
Cleo. Bear'st thou her face in mind? is it long, or
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.
[Exit Messenger. A proper man. I repent me much,
Cleo. Indeed, he is so: That so I harry'dt him. Why, methinks, by him, This creature's no such thing.
O, nothing, madam. Cleo. The man hath seen some majesty, and
+ 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 'tis no matter; thou shalt bring him to me
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
And the good gods will mock me presently,
+ Could not help. § Indistinct, through his teeth.