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 II.-Rome. An Ante-Chamber in CESAR'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

To part from Rome; Cæsar is sad; and Lepidus,
Since Pompey's feast, as Menas says, is troubled
With the green sickness.

'T is a noble Lepidus. Agr. Eno. A very fine one. O, how he loves Cæsar! Agr. Nay, but how dearly he adores Mark Antony! 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 farther.

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

Eno. But he loves Cæsar best;-yet he loves Antony. 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.

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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 CESAR, ANTONY, LEPIDUS, and OCTAVIA. Ant. No farther, sir.

Cæs. You take from me a great part of myself; Use me well in 't.-Sister, prove such a wife

1 Scaly wings.

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.

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.

Cas. Farewell, my dearest sister, fare thee well: The elements be kind to thee, and make

Thy spirits all of comfort! fare thee well.

Oct. 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. Oct. Sir, look well to my husband's house; andCæs. What, Octavia?

Oct. 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 the full of tide,

And neither way inclines.
Eno. Will Cæsar weep?

Agr.

[Aside to AGRIPPA.

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 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:

Believe 't, till I weep too.

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:
Look, here I have you; thus I let you go,
And give you to the gods.

Cæs.

Adieu; be happy.

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

Cæs.

Ant.

Farewell, farewell. [Kisses OCTAVIA.
Farewell. [Trumpets sound. Exeunt.

SCENE III.-Alexandria. A Room in the Palace.
Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, IRAS, and ALEXAS.
Cleo. Where is the fellow?
Alex.

Cleo. Go to, go to.-Come hither, sir.
Enter ELIS, the Messenger.1

Alex.

Half afeard to come.

Good majesty,

That Herod's head

Herod of Jewry dare not look upon you,

But when you are well pleas'd.

Cleo.

I'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

Where ?

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.

Cleo. Didst hear her speak?

or low?

She is not, madam.

Is she shrill-tongu'd,

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! 't is impossible.

Cleo. I think so, Charmian: dull of tongue, and dwarfish!

What majesty is in her gait? Remember,

If e'er thou look'dst on majesty.

She creeps;

Mess.
Her motion and her station are as one:

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She shows a body rather than a life;

A statue, than a breather.

I do perceive 't.-There's nothing in her yet.—
The fellow has good judgment.

Char.

Cleo. Guess at her years, I pr'ythee.
Mess.

She was a widow.

Cleo.

Excellent.

Madam,

Widow ?-Charmian, hark.

Mess. And I do think, she's thirty.

Cleo. Bear'st thou her face in mind? is 't long, or

round?

Mess. Round, even to faultiness.

Cleo. For the most part, too, they are foolish that

are so.

Her hair, what colour?

Mess. Brown, madam; and her forehead

As low as you could wish it.

There's gold for thee:

Cleo.
Thou must not take my former sharpness ill.
I will employ thee back again : I find thee
Most fit for business. Go, make thee ready;
Our letters are prepar'd.

Char.

[Exit Messenger.

A proper man.

I repent me much,
Why, methinks, by him,

Cleo. Indeed, he is so:
That I so harry'd' him.
This creature 's no such thing.

Char. Nothing, madam.

Cleo. The man hath seen some majesty, and should

know.

Char. Hath he seen majesty? Isis else.defend,

And serving you so long!

Cleo. I have one thing more to ask him yet, good

Charmian:

But 't is no matter; thou shalt bring him to me
Where I will write. All may be well enough.
Char. I will warrant you, madam.

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[Exeunt.

SCENE IV.-Athens. A Room in ANTONY's House. Enter ANTONY and OCTAVIA.

Ant. Nay, nay, Octavia, not only that.— That were excusable, that, and thousands more Of semblable import,-but he hath wag'd

New wars 'gainst Pompey; made his will, and read it
To public ear,

Spoke scantly of me: when perforce he could not
But pay me terms of honour, coldly and sickly
He vented them; most narrow measure lent me.
When the best hint was given him, he but look'd,'
Or did it from his teeth.

Oct.
O, my good lord !
Believe not all; or, if you must believe,
Stomach not all. A more unhappy lady,
If this division chance, ne'er stood between,
Praying for both parts:

The good gods will mock me presently,

When I shall pray, “O, bless my lord and husband !”’ Undo that prayer, by crying out as loud,

"O, bless my brother!" Husband win, win brother, Prays, and destroys the prayer; no midway 'Twixt these extremes at all.

Ant.

Gentle Octavia,

Let your best love draw to that point, which seeks
Best to preserve it. If I lose mine honour,

I lose myself; better I were not yours,

Than yours so branchless. But, as you requested, Yourself shall go between us: the mean time, lady, I'll raise the preparation of a war

Shall stay your brother. Make your soonest haste : So, your desires are yours.

Thanks to my lord.

Oct. The Jove of power make me most weak, most weak, Your reconciler! Wars 'twixt you twain would be, As if the world should cleave, and that slain men Should solder up the rift.

Ant. When it appears to you where this begins,
Turn your displeasure that way; for our faults
Can never be so equal, that your love

Can equally move with them. Provide your going;
Choose your own company, and command what cost
Your heart has mind to.
[Exeunt.

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