ACT 3, SCENE 2: Rome. An ante-chamber in OCTAVIUS CAESAR's house.

[Enter AGRIPPA at one door, ENOBARBUS
at another]

AGRIPPA: What, are the brothers parted?

ENOBARBUS : They have dispatch'd with Pompey, he is gone;
The other three are sealing. Octavia weeps
To part from Rome; Caesar is sad; and Lepidus,
Since Pompey's feast, as Menas says, is troubled                                 [5]
With the green sickness.

AGRIPPA:                     'Tis a noble Lepidus.

ENOBARBUS : A very fine one: O, how he loves Caesar!

AGRIPPA: Nay, but how dearly he adores Mark Antony!

ENOBARBUS : Caesar? Why, he's the Jupiter of men.

AGRIPPA: What's Antony? The god of Jupiter.                                              [10]

ENOBARBUS : Spake you of Caesar? How! the non-pareil!

AGRIPPA: O Antony! O thou Arabian bird!

ENOBARBUS : Would you praise Caesar, say 'Caesar:' go no further.

AGRIPPA: Indeed, he plied them both with excellent praises.

ENOBARBUS : But he loves Caesar best; yet he loves Antony:                  [15]
Ho! hearts, tongues, figures, scribes, bards, poets, cannot
Think, speak, cast, write, sing, number, ho!
His love to Antony. But as for Caesar,
Kneel down, kneel down, and wonder.

AGRIPPA:                     Both he loves.

ENOBARBUS : They are his shards, and he their beetle.                             [20]

[Trumpets within]

                                                        So;
This is to horse. Adieu, noble Agrippa.

AGRIPPA: Good fortune, worthy soldier; and farewell.

[Enter OCTAVIUS CAESAR, MARK ANTONY, LEPIDUS, and OCTAVIA]

MARK ANTONY: No further, sir.

OCTAVIUS CAESAR: You take from me a great part of myself;
Use me well in 't. Sister, prove such a wife                                         [25]
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                                                 [30]
The fortress of it; for better might we
Have loved without this mean, if on both parts
This be not cherish'd.

MARK ANTONY:                     Make me not offended
In your distrust.

OCTAVIUS CAESAR:                I have said.

MARK ANTONY:               You shall not find,
Though you be therein curious, the least cause                                  [35]
For what you seem to fear: so, the gods keep you,
And make the hearts of Romans serve your ends!
We will here part.

OCTAVIUS CAESAR: Farewell, my dearest sister, fare thee well:
The elements be kind to thee, and make                                              [40]
Thy spirits all of comfort! fare thee well.

OCTAVIA: My noble brother!

MARK ANTONY: The April 's in her eyes: it is love's spring,
And these the showers to bring it on. Be cheerful.

OCTAVIA: Sir, look well to my husband's house; and--                             [45]

OCTAVIUS CAESAR:                What,
Octavia?

OCTAVIA: I'll tell you in your ear.

MARK ANTONY: 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 full of tide,                                            [50]
And neither way inclines.

ENOBARBUS : [Aside to AGRIPPA] Will Caesar weep?

AGRIPPA: [Aside to ENOBARBUS ] He has a cloud in 's face.

ENOBARBUS :[Aside to AGRIPPA] He were the worse for that,
were he a horse;
So is he, being a man.

AGRIPPA: [Aside to ENOBARBUS] Why, Enobarbus,
When Antony found Julius Caesar dead,
He cried almost to roaring; and he wept                                               [55]
When at Philippi he found Brutus slain.

ENOBARBUS : [Aside to AGRIPPA] That year, indeed, he was
troubled with a rheum;
What willingly he did confound he wail'd,
Believe't, till I wept too.

OCTAVIUS CAESAR:          No, sweet Octavia,
You shall hear from me still; the time shall not                                [60]
Out-go my thinking on you.

MARK ANTONY:           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.

OCTAVIUS CAESAR:      Adieu; be happy!

LEPIDUS: Let all the number of the stars give light                                        [65]
To thy fair way!

OCTAVIUS CAESAR:           Farewell, farewell!

[Kisses OCTAVIA]

MARK ANTONY: Farewell!

[Trumpets sound. Exeunt]


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