ACT 2 SCENE 2: Rome. The house of LEPIDUS.


LEPIDUS: Good Enobarbus, 'tis a worthy deed,
And shall become you well, to entreat your captain
To soft and gentle speech.

ENOBARBUS :                           I shall entreat him
To answer like himself: if Caesar move him,
Let Antony look over Caesar's head                                                      [5]
And speak as loud as Mars. By Jupiter,
Were I the wearer of Antonius' beard,
I would not shave't to-day.

LEPIDUS:                           'Tis not a time
For private stomaching.

ENOBARBUS :                           Every time
Serves for the matter that is then born in't.                                         [10]

LEPIDUS: But small to greater matters must give way.

ENOBARBUS : Not if the small come first.

LEPIDUS:                           Your speech is passion:
But, pray you, stir no embers up. Here comes
The noble Antony.


ENOBARBUS :                           And yonder, Caesar.


MARK ANTONY: If we compose well here, to Parthia:                                [15]
Hark, Ventidius.

OCTAVIUS CAESAR:                           I do not know,
Mecaenas; ask Agrippa.

LEPIDUS:                           Noble friends,
That which combined us was most great, and let not
A leaner action rend us. What's amiss,
May it be gently heard: when we debate                                               [20]
Our trivial difference loud, we do commit
Murder in healing wounds: then, noble partners,
The rather, for I earnestly beseech,
Touch you the sourest points with sweetest terms,
Nor curstness grow to the matter.                                                          [25]

MARK ANTONY:                           'Tis spoken well.
Were we before our armies, and to fight.
I should do thus.


OCTAVIUS CAESAR: Welcome to Rome.

MARK ANTONY:                           Thank you.

OCTAVIUS CAESAR:                           Sit.

MARK ANTONY:                           Sit, sir.

OCTAVIUS CAESAR:                           Nay, then.

MARK ANTONY: I learn, you take things ill which are not so,
Or being, concern you not.                                                                       [30]

OCTAVIUS CAESAR:                           I must be laugh'd at,
If, or for nothing or a little, I
Should say myself offended, and with you
Chiefly i' the world; more laugh'd at, that I should
Once name you derogately, when to sound your name
It not concern'd me.                                                                                   [35]

MARK ANTONY:                           My being in Egypt, Caesar,
What was't to you?

OCTAVIUS CAESAR: No more than my residing here at Rome
Might be to you in Egypt: yet, if you there
Did practise on my state, your being in Egypt
Might be my question.                                                                              [40]

MARK ANTONY:                           How intend you, practised?

OCTAVIUS CAESAR: You may be pleased to catch at mine intent
By what did here befal me. Your wife and brother
Made wars upon me; and their contestation
Was theme for you, you were the word of war.

MARK ANTONY: You do mistake your business; my brother never             [45]
Did urge me in his act: I did inquire it;
And have my learning from some true reports,
That drew their swords with you. Did he not rather
Discredit my authority with yours;
And make the wars alike against my stomach,                                   [50]
Having alike your cause? Of this my letters
Before did satisfy you. If you'll patch a quarrel,
As matter whole you have not to make it with,
It must not be with this.

OCTAVIUS CAESAR:              You praise yourself
By laying defects of judgment to me; but                                              [55]
You patch'd up your excuses.

MARK ANTONY:                           Not so, not so;
I know you could not lack, I am certain on't,
Very necessity of this thought, that I,
Your partner in the cause 'gainst which he fought,
Could not with graceful eyes attend those wars                                  [60]
Which fronted mine own peace. As for my wife,
I would you had her spirit in such another:
The third o' the world is yours; which with a snaffle
You may pace easy, but not such a wife.

ENOBARBUS : Would we had all such wives, that the                               [65]
men might go to wars with the women!

MARK ANTONY: So much uncurbable, her garboils, Caesar
Made out of her impatience, which not wanted
Shrewdness of policy too, I grieving grant
Did you too much disquiet: for that you must                                    [70]
But say, I could not help it.

OCTAVIUS CAESAR:                           I wrote to you
When rioting in Alexandria; you
Did pocket up my letters, and with taunts
Did gibe my missive out of audience.

MARK ANTONY:                           Sir,
He fell upon me ere admitted: then                                                      [75]
Three kings I had newly feasted, and did want
Of what I was i' the morning: but next day
I told him of myself; which was as much
As to have ask'd him pardon. Let this fellow
Be nothing of our strife; if we contend,                                                [80]
Out of our question wipe him.

OCTAVIUS CAESAR:                           You have broken
The article of your oath; which you shall never
Have tongue to charge me with.

LEPIDUS:                           Soft, Caesar!

MARK ANTONY:                           No,
Lepidus, let him speak:
The honour is sacred which he talks on now,                                    [85]
Supposing that I lack'd it. But, on, Caesar;
The article of my oath.

OCTAVIUS CAESAR: To lend me arms and aid when I required them;
The which you both denied.

MARK ANTONY:                           Neglected, rather;
And then when poison'd hours had bound me up                           [90]
From mine own knowledge. As nearly as I may,
I'll play the penitent to you: but mine honesty
Shall not make poor my greatness, nor my power
Work without it. Truth is, that Fulvia,
To have me out of Egypt, made wars here;                                          [95]
For which myself, the ignorant motive, do
So far ask pardon as befits mine honour
To stoop in such a case.

LEPIDUS:                           'Tis noble spoken.

MECAENAS: If it might please you, to enforce no further
The griefs between ye: to forget them quite                                         [100]
Were to remember that the present need
Speaks to atone you.

LEPIDUS:                           Worthily spoken, Mecaenas.

ENOBARBUS : Or, if you borrow one another's love
for the instant, you may, when you hear no more
words of Pompey, return it again: you shall have time                    [105]
to wrangle in when you have nothing else to do.

MARK ANTONY: Thou art a soldier only: speak no more.

ENOBARBUS : That truth should be silent I had almost

MARK ANTONY: You wrong this presence; therefore speak no more.             [110]

ENOBARBUS : Go to, then; your considerate stone.

OCTAVIUS CAESAR: I do not much dislike the matter, but
The manner of his speech; for't cannot be
We shall remain in friendship, our conditions
So differing in their acts. Yet if I knew                                                  [115]
What hoop should hold us stanch, from edge to edge
O' the world I would pursue it.

AGRIPPA:                           Give me leave, Caesar,--

OCTAVIUS CAESAR: Speak, Agrippa.

AGRIPPA: Thou hast a sister by the mother's side,
Admired Octavia: great Mark Antony                                                  [120]
Is now a widower.

OCTAVIUS CAESAR:                           Say not so, Agrippa:
If Cleopatra heard you, your reproof
Were well deserved of rashness.

MARK ANTONY: I am not married, Caesar: let me hear
Agrippa further speak.                                                                              [125]

AGRIPPA: To hold you in perpetual amity,
To make you brothers, and to knit your hearts
With an unslipping knot, take Antony
Octavia to his wife; whose beauty claims
No worse a husband than the best of men;                                          [130]
Whose virtue and whose general graces speak
That which none else can utter. By this marriage,
All little jealousies, which now seem great,
And all great fears, which now import their dangers,
Would then be nothing: truths would be tales,                                  [135]
Where now half tales be truths: her love to both
Would, each to other and all loves to both,
Draw after her. Pardon what I have spoke;
For 'tis a studied, not a present thought,
By duty ruminated.                                                                                    [140]

MARK ANTONY:                           Will Caesar speak?

OCTAVIUS CAESAR: Not till he hears how Antony is touch'd
With what is spoke already.

MARK ANTONY:                           What power is in Agrippa,
If I would say, 'Agrippa, be it so,'
To make this good?

OCTAVIUS CAESAR:                           The power of Caesar, and
His power unto Octavia.                                                                           [145]

MARK ANTONY:                           May I never
To this good purpose, that so fairly shows,
Dream of impediment! Let me have thy hand:
Further this act of grace: and from this hour
The heart of brothers govern in our loves
And sway our great designs!                                                                    [150]

OCTAVIUS CAESAR:                           There is my hand.
A sister I bequeath you, whom no brother
Did ever love so dearly: let her live
To join our kingdoms and our hearts; and never
Fly off our loves again!

LEPIDUS:                           Happily, amen!

MARK ANTONY: I did not think to draw my sword 'gainst Pompey;             [155]
For he hath laid strange courtesies and great
Of late upon me: I must thank him only,
Lest my remembrance suffer ill report;
At heel of that, defy him.

LEPIDUS:                           Time calls upon's:
Of us must Pompey presently be sought,                                              [160]
Or else he seeks out us.

MARK ANTONY:                           Where lies he?

OCTAVIUS CAESAR: About the mount Misenum.

MARK ANTONY: What is his strength by land?

OCTAVIUS CAESAR: Great and increasing: but by sea
He is an absolute master.                                                                          [165]

MARK ANTONY:                           So is the fame.
Would we had spoke together! Haste we for it:
Yet, ere we put ourselves in arms, dispatch we
The business we have talk'd of.

OCTAVIUS CAESAR:                           With most gladness:
And do invite you to my sister's view,
Whither straight I'll lead you.                                                                 [170]

MARK ANTONY:                           Let us, Lepidus,
Not lack your company.

LEPIDUS:                           Noble Antony,
Not sickness should detain me.


MECAENAS: Welcome from Egypt, sir.

ENOBARBUS : Half the heart of Caesar, worthy
Mecaenas! My honourable friend, Agrippa!                                        [175]

AGRIPPA: Good Enobarbus!

MECAENAS: We have cause to be glad that matters are so well
digested. You stayed well by 't in Egypt.

ENOBARBUS : Ay, sir; we did sleep day out of counte-
nance, and made the night light with drinking.                                 [180]

MECAENAS: Eight wild-boars roasted whole at a
breakfast, and but twelve persons there; is this true?

ENOBARBUS : This was but as a fly by an eagle: we
had much more monstrous matter of feast, which
worthily deserved noting.                                                                        [185]

MECAENAS: She's a most triumphant lady, if report be
square to her.

ENOBARBUS : When she first met Mark Antony,
she pursed up his heart, upon the river of Cydnus.

AGRIPPA: There she appeared indeed; or my reporter                                 [190]
devised well for her.

ENOBARBUS : I will tell you.
The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne,
Burn'd on the water: the poop was beaten gold;
Purple the sails, and so perfumed that                                                  [195]
The winds were love-sick with them; the oars were silver,
Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made
The water which they beat to follow faster,
As amorous of their strokes. For her own person,
It beggar'd all description: she did lie                                                     [200]
In her pavilion--cloth-of-gold of tissue‹
O'er-picturing that Venus where we see
The fancy outwork nature: on each side her
Stood pretty dimpled boys, like smiling Cupids,
With divers-colour'd fans, whose wind did seem                             [205]
To glow the delicate cheeks which they did cool,
And what they undid did.

AGRIPPA:                           O, rare for Antony!

ENOBARBUS : Her gentlewomen, like the Nereides,
So many mermaids, tended her i' the eyes,
And made their bends adornings: at the helm                                   [210]
A seeming mermaid steers: the silken tackle
Swell with the touches of those flower-soft hands,
That yarely frame the office. From the barge
A strange invisible perfume hits the sense
Of the adjacent wharfs. The city cast                                                      [215]
Her people out upon her; and Antony,
Enthroned i' the market-place, did sit alone,
Whistling to the air; which, but for vacancy,
Had gone to gaze on Cleopatra too,
And made a gap in nature.                                                                      [220]

AGRIPPA:                           Rare Egyptian!

ENOBARBUS : Upon her landing, Antony sent to her,
Invited her to supper: she replied,
It should be better he became her guest;
Which she entreated: our courteous Antony,
Whom ne'er the word of 'No' woman heard speak,                         [225]
Being barber'd ten times o'er, goes to the feast,
And for his ordinary pays his heart
For what his eyes eat only.

AGRIPPA:                           Royal wench!
She made great Caesar lay his sword to bed:
He plough'd her, and she cropp'd.                                                         [230]

ENOBARBUS :                           I saw her once
Hop forty paces through the public street;
And having lost her breath, she spoke, and panted,
That she did make defect perfection,
And, breathless, power breathe forth.

MECAENAS: Now Antony must leave her utterly.                                       [235]

ENOBARBUS : Never; he will not:
Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale
Her infinite variety: other women cloy
The appetites they feed: but she makes hungry
Where most she satisfies; for vilest things                                          [240]
Become themselves in her: that the holy priests
Bless her when she is riggish.

MECAENAS: If beauty, wisdom, modesty, can settle
The heart of Antony, Octavia is
A blessed lottery to him.                                                                           [245]

AGRIPPA:                           Let us go.
Good Enobarbus, make yourself my guest
Whilst you abide here.

ENOBARBUS :                           Humbly, sir, I thank you.


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