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You have my father's house. —- But what? we are

friends. Come down into the boat.

Eno. Take heed, you fall not. —•

[Exeunt Pompey, O/esak, Antony, and Attendants. Menas, I'll not on shore.

Men. No, to my cabin. —

These drums ! — these trumpets, flutes! what! —
Let Neptune hear, we bid a loud farewell
To these great fellows: sound, and be hang'd! sound
out! [_A flourish.

Eno. Hoo, says 'a ! — There's my cap.
Men. Hoo ! — noble Captain! come.



Scene I. — A Plain in Syria.

Enter Ventidius, as it were in triumph, with Silius, and other Romans, Officers, and Soldiers; the dead body of Pacoetjs borne before him.


NOW, darting Parthia, art thou struck; and now
Pleas'd fortune does of Marcus Crassus' death
Make me revenger. — Bear the King's son's body
Before our army.—Thy Pacorus, Orodes,
Pays this for Marcus Crassus.

Silius. Noble Ventidius,

Whilst yet with Parthian blood thy sword is warm, The fugitive Parthians follow: spur through Media,

Mesopotamia, and the shelters whither
The routed fly: so thy grand captain, Antony,
Shall set thee on triumphant chariots, and
Put garlands on thy head.

Ven. O Silius, Silius!

I have done enough: a lower place, note well,
May make too great an act; for learn this, Silius,
Better to leave undone, than by our deeds acquire
Too high a fame, when him we serve 's away.
Caesar and Antony have ever won
More in their officer than person: Sossius,
One of my place in Syria, his lieutenant,
For quick accumulation of renown,
Which he achiev'd by th' minute, lost his favour.
Who does i' th' wars more than his captain can,
Becomes his captain's captain; and ambition,
The soldier's virtue, rather makes choice of loss,
Than gain which darkens him.
I could do more to do Antonius good,
But 'twould offend him; and in his offence
Should my performance perish.

Sil. Thou hast, Ventidius, that

Without the which a soldier and his sword
Grants scarce distinction. Thou wilt write to Antony?

Ven. I'll humbly signify what in his name,
That magical word of war, we have effected;
How, with his banners and his well-paid ranks,
The ne'er-yet-beaten horse of Parthia
We have jaded out o' th' field.

Sil. Where is he now?

Ven. He purposeth to Athens; whither, with what haste The weight we must convey with 's will permit, We shall appear before him. — On, there; pass along.


Scene II.
Rome. An Ante-Chamber in Cjesar's House.

Enter Aghippa and Enobaretts, 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; Caesar 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 Caesar!

Agr. Nay, but how dearly he adores Mark Antony!

Eno. Caesar? Why, he's the Jupiter of men.

Agr. What's Antony? The god of Jupiter.

Eno. Spake you of Caesar? How! the nonpareil!

Agr. O Antony! O thou Arabian bird!

Eno. Would you praise Caesar,' say, — Caesar ; — go no farther.

Agr. Indeed, he ply'd them both with excellent praises.

Eno. But he loves Caesar best; -— yet he loves Antony. Ho! hearts, tongues, figures, scribes, bards, poets cannot Think, speak, cast, write, sing, number, — hoo ! —His love to Antony. But as for Caesar, Kneel down, kneel down, and wonder.

Agr. Both he loves.

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 Clesah, Antony, Lepidus, and Octavia.

Ant. No farther, sir.

Cces. 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 farthest 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 loved without this mean, if on both parts This be not cherish'd.

Ant. Make me not offended

In your distrust.

Cces. 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.

Cces. 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 —

Cces. What, Octavia?

Octa. I'll tell you in your ear.

Ant. Her tongue will not obey her heart, nor can Her heart inform her tongue; the swan's down feather,

That stands upon the swell at th' full of tide,
And neither way inclines.

Eno. Will Caesar weep?

[Speaking aside with Aghippa.

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 Csesar 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 wail'd,
Believe 't, till I wept too.

Cces. 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, [Embracing.
And give you to the gods.

Cces. Adieu; be happy!

Lep. Let all the number of the stars give light To thy fair way!

Cces. Farewell, farewell. [Kisses Octavia.

Ant, Farewell.

[Trumpets sound. Exeunt.

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