ACT 2 SCENE 3: The same. OCTAVIUS CAESAR's house.

them, and Attendants]

MARK ANTONY: The world and my great office will sometimes
Divide me from your bosom.

OCTAVIA:                           All which time
Before the gods my knee shall bow my prayers
To them for you.

MARK ANTONY:                           Good night, sir. My Octavia,
Read not my blemishes in the world's report:                                    [5]
I have not kept my square; but that to come
Shall all be done by the rule. Good night, dear lady.
Good night, sir.



[Enter Soothsayer]

MARK ANTONY: Now, sirrah; you do wish yourself in Egypt?                [10]

Soothsayer: Would I had never come from thence, nor you Thither!

MARK ANTONY: If you can, your reason?

Soothsayer: I see it in My motion, have it not in my tongue:
but yet Hie you to Egypt again.

MARK ANTONY:                           Say to me,
Whose fortunes shall rise higher, Caesar's or mine?                        [15]

Soothsayer: Caesar's.
Therefore, O Antony, stay not by his side:
Thy demon, that's thy spirit which keeps thee, is
Noble, courageous high, unmatchable,
Where Caesar's is not; but, near him, thy angel                                 [20]
Becomes a fear, as being o'erpower'd: therefore
Make space enough between you.

MARK ANTONY:                           Speak this no more.

Soothsayer: To none but thee; no more, but when to thee.
If thou dost play with him at any game,
Thou art sure to lose; and, of that natural luck,                                  [25]
He beats thee 'gainst the odds: thy lustre thickens,
When he shines by: I say again, thy spirit
Is all afraid to govern thee near him;
But, he away, 'tis noble.

MARK ANTONY:              Get thee gone:
Say to Ventidius I would speak with him:                                           [30]

[Exit Soothsayer]

He shall to Parthia. Be it art or hap,
He hath spoken true: the very dice obey him;
And in our sports my better cunning faints
Under his chance: if we draw lots, he speeds;
His cocks do win the battle still of mine,                                              [35]
When it is all to nought; and his quails ever
Beat mine, inhoop'd, at odds. I will to Egypt:
And though I make this marriage for my peace,
I' the east my pleasure lies.


                           O, come, Ventidius,
You must to Parthia: your commission's ready;                                 [40]
Follow me, and receive't.


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