The fugitive Parthians follow; spur through Media, The routed fly: so thy grand captain Antony O Silius, Silius, Ven. More in their officer, than person: Sossius, Which he achiev'd by the minute, lost his favour, I could do more to do Antonius good, But 'twould offend him; and in his offence Sil. Thou hast, Ventidius, That without which a soldier, and his sword, Grants scarce distinction. Thou wilt write to AB tony? 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'the field. Sil. 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. [Exeunt. SCENE 11. Rome. An ante-chamber in Cæsar's house. Enter Agrippa, and Enobarbus, meeting. Agr. What, are the brothers parted? Eno. They have despatch'd with Pompey, he is gone; The other three are sealing. Octavia weeps Agr. 'Tis a noble Lepidus. Eno. Cæsar? Why, he's the Jupiter of men. 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! hearts, 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. * The phoenix. Both he loves. Eno. They are his shards, and he their beetle. So, This is to horse.-Adieu, noble Agrippa. [Trumpets. 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; Have loved without this mean, if on both parts 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 | 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; andWhat, Cæs. Octavia? Oct. I'll tell you in your ear. Ant. Her tongue will not obey her heart, nor can * Wings. + Bond. + Octavia. 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. Eno. He were the worse for that, were he a horse; So is he, being a man. Agr. Why, Enobarbus? When Antony found Julius Cæsar 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 rheum; What willingly he did confound*, he wail'd: Cæs. 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: Cæs. Adieu; be happy! Lep. Let all the number of the stars give light SCENE III. Alexandria. A room in the palace. Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras, and Alexas. Cleo. Where is the fellow? Alex. Half afeard to come. Cleo. Go to, go to:-Come hither, sir. Alex. Enter a Messenger. Good majesty, That Herod's head Herod of Jewry dare not look upon you, Cleo. I'll have: But how? when Antony is gone, Through whom I might command it.-Come thou I look'd her in the face; and saw her led She is not, madam. Mess. or low? Mess. Madam, I heard her speak; she is lowvoic'd. Cleo. That's not so good:-he cannot like her long. |