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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! —
Eno. Hoo, says 'a ! — There's my cap.
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
Silius. Noble Ventidius,
Whilst yet with Parthian blood thy sword is warm, The fugitive Parthians follow: spur through Media,
Mesopotamia, and the shelters whither
Ven. O Silius, Silius!
I have done enough: a lower place, note well,
Sil. Thou hast, Ventidius, that
Without the which a soldier and his sword
Ven. I'll humbly signify what in his name,
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.
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
Cces. Farewell, my dearest sister, 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,
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,
Eno. That year, indeed, he was troubled with a
Cces. No, sweet Octavia,
You shall hear from me still: the time shall not
Ant. Come, sir, come;
I'll wrestle with you in my strength of love:
Cces. Adieu; be happy!
Lep. Let all the number of the stars give light To thy fair way!
Cces. Farewell, farewell. [Kisses Octavia.
[Trumpets sound. Exeunt.