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The fugitive Parthians follow; spur through Media,
O Silius, Silius,
Thou hast, Ventidius, That without which a soldier, and his sword, Grants scarce distinction. Thou wilt write to AD
Where is he now ! Ven. He purposeth to Athens: whither with what
haste The weight we must convey with us will permit. We shall appear before him. On, there; pass along.
Rome. An ante-chamber in Cæsar's house.
Enter Agrippa, and Enobarbus, meeting.
'Tis a noble Lepidus. Eno. A very fine one : 0, how he loves Cæsar! Agr. Nay, but how dearly he adores Mark An
tony! Eno. Cæsar? Why, he's the Jupiter of men. Agr. What's Antony? The god of Jupiter. Eno. Spake you of Cæsar? How? the nonpareil ! . Agr. O Antony! O thou Arabian bird!
Eno. Would you praise Cæsar, say,–Cæsar ;-go no further. Agr. Indeed, he ply'd them both with excellent
• praises. Eno. But he loves Cæsar best;-Yet he loves An
tony : Ho! liearts, tongues, figures, scribes, bards, poets,
cannot Think, speak, cast, write, sing, number, ho, his love To Antony. But as for Cæsar, Kneel down, kneel down, and wonder. Agr.
Both he loves.
* The phenix.
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;
Make me not offended
I have said.
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.
Cæs. Farewell, my dearest sister, fare thee 'well; The elements II 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
Oct. l'll tell you in your ear.
y Of air and water.
Her heart inform her tongue: the swan's-down fea
ther, That stands upon 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.
No, sweet Octavia,
Come, sir, come;
Adieu ; be happy!
[Kisses Octavia. Ant.
Farewell. [Trumpets sound. Exeunt.
Alexandria. A room in the palace.
Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras, and Alexas.
Half afеard to come. Cleo. Go to, go to:-Come hither, sir.
Enter a Messenger. Alex.
Good majesty, Herod of Jewry dare not look upon you, But when you are well pleas'd. Cleo.
That Herod's head l'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? Mess.
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