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Did practise on my state, your being in Egypt
Might be my question.

Ant, How intend you practis'd?

Cces. You may be pleas'd to catch at mine intent, By what did here befall me. Your wife and brother Made wars upon me; and their contestation Was theme for you; you were the word of war.

Ant. You do mistake your business: my brother never Did urge me in his act: I did inquire it; And have my learning from some true reports, That drew their swords with you. Did he not rather Discredit my authority with yours; And make the wars alike against my stomach, Having alike your cause? Of this my letters Before did satisfy you. If you'll patch a quarrel. As matter whole you have to make it with, It must not be with this.

Cces. You praise yourself

By laying defects of judgment to me; but
You patch'd up your excuses.

Ant. Not so, not so ; •

1 know you could not lack, I ani certain on 't,
Very necessity of this thought, that I,
Your partner in the cause 'gainst which he fought,
Could not with graceful eyes attend those wars
Which fronted mine own peace. As for my wife,
I would you had her spirit in such another:
The third o' th' world is yours, which with a snaffle
You may pace easy, but not such a wife.

Eno. Would we had all such wives, that the men might go to wars with the women!

Ant. So much uncurbable her garboils, Csesar, Made out of her impatience, (which not wanted Shrewdness of policy too,) I grieving grant,

Did you too much disquiet: for that, you must
But say, I could not help it.

Cces. I wrote to you,

When rioting in Alexandria; you
Did pocket up my letters, and with taunts
Did gibe my missive out of audience.

Ant. Sir,

He fell upon me ere admitted: then
Three kings I had newly feasted, and did want
Of what I was i' th' morning; but, next day,
I told him of myself, which was as much
As to have ask'd him pardon. Let this fellow
Be nothing of our strife; if we contend,
Out of our question wipe him.

Cces. You have broken

The article of your oath, wrhich you shall never
Have tongue to charge me with.

Lep. Soft, Caesar.

Ant. No, Lepidus, let him speak:
The honour's sacred which he talks on now,
Supposing that I lack'd it. But on, Caesar;
The article of my oath.

Cces. To lend me arms and aid when I required them, The which you both deni'd.

Ant. Neglected, rather;

And then, when poison'd hours had bound me up
From mine own knowledge. As nearly as I may,
I'll play the penitent to you; but mine honesty
Shall not make poor my greatness, nor my power
Work without it. Truth is, that Fulvia,
To have me out of Egypt, made wars here;
For which myself, the ignorant motive, do
So far ask pardon, as befits mine honour
To stoop in such a case.

Lep. 'Tis nobly spoken.

Mec&nas. If it might please you, to enforce no farther The griefs between ye: to forget them quite, Were to remember that the present need Speaks to atone you.

Lep. Worthily spoken, Mecaenas.

Eno. Or, if you borrow one another's love for the instant, you may, when you hear no more words of Pompey, return it again: you shall have time to wrangle in, when you have nothing else to do.

Ant. Thou art a soldier only: speak no more.

Eno. That truth should be silent, I had almost forgot.

Ant. You wrong this presence; therefore, speak no more.

Eno. Go to then; your considerate stone.

Cces. I do not much dislike the matter, but The manner of his speech; for it cannot be We shall remain in friendship, our conditions So diff'ring in their acts. Yet, if I knew What hoop should hold us staunch, from edge to edge O' th' world I would pursue it.

Agrippa. Give me leave, Caesar,—

Cces. Speak, Agrippa.

Agr. Thou hast a sister by the mother's side,
Admir'd (Dctavia: great Mark Antony
Is now a widower.

Cces. Say not so, Agrippa:

If Cleopatra heard you, your reproof
Were well deserv'cl of rashness.

Ant. I am not married, Caesar: let me hear
Agrippa farther speak.

Agr. To hold you in perpetual amity,
To make you brothers, and to knit your hearts


With an unslipping knot, take Antony
Octavia to his wife; whose beauty claims
No worse a husband than the best of men,
Whose virtue and whose general graces speak
That which none else can utter. By this marriage,
All little jealousies, which now seem great,
And all great fears, which now import their dangers,
Would then be nothing: truths would be tales,
Where now half tales be truths: her love to both,
Would, each to other, and all loves to both,
Draw after her. Pardon what I have spoke,
For 'tis a studied, not a present thought,
By duty ruminated.

Ant. Will Csesar speak?

Cces. Not till he hears how Antony is touch'd With what is spoke already.

Ant. What power is in Agrippa,

If I would say, 4 Agrippa, be it so,'
To make this good?

Cces. The power of Csesar, and

His power unto Octavia.

Ant. May I never

To this good purpose, that so fairly shews,
Dream of impediment ! — Let me have thy hand:
Further this act of grace, and from this hour
The heart of brothers govern in our loves,
And sway our great designs!

Cces. There is my hand.

A sister I bequeath you, whom no brother
Did ever love so dearly: let her live
To join our kingdoms and our hearts; and never
Fly off our loves again!

Lep. Happily, amen.

Ant. I did not think to draw my sword 'gainst Pompey;

For he hath laid strange courtesies, and great,
Of late upon me. I must thank him only,
Lest my remembrance suffer ill report:
At heel of that, defy him.

Lep. Time calls upon 's:

Of us must Pompey presently be sought,
Or else he seeks out us.

Ant. Where lies he?

Cces. About the Mount Misenum.

Ant. What's his strength

By land?

Cces. Great, and increasing; but by sea He is an absolute master.

Ant. So is the fame.

Would we had spoke together! Haste we for it; Yet, ere we put ourselves in arms, dispatch we The business we have talk'd of.

Cces. With most gladness;

And do invite you to my sister's view,
Whither straight I'll lead you.

Ant. Let us, Lepidus,

Not lack your company.

Lep. Noble Antony,

Not sickness should detain me.

[Flourish. Exeunt Cjesar, Antony, and LepIdus.

Mec. Welcome from Egypt, sir.

Eno. Half the heart of Caesar, worthy Mecsenas ! —• my honourable friend, Agrippa ! —

Agr. Good Enobarbus!

Mec. We have cause to be glad that matters are so well digested. You stay'd well by 't in Egypt.

Eno. Ay, sir; we did sleep day out of countenance, and made the night light with, drinking.

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