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[Enter Agrippa at one door, Enobarbus at another.]
Agrippa
What, are the brothers parted?
Domitius Enobarbus
They have dispatched 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
With the greensickness.
Agrippa
’Tis a noble Lepidus.
Domitius Enobarbus
A very fine one. O, how he loves Caesar!
Agrippa
Nay, but how dearly he adores Mark Antony!
Domitius Enobarbus
Caesar? Why he’s the Jupiter of men.
Agrippa
What’s Antony? The god of Jupiter.
Domitius Enobarbus
Spake you of Caesar? How, the nonpareil!
Agrippa
O, Antony! O thou Arabian bird!
Domitius Enobarbus
Would you praise Caesar, say “Caesar”. Go no further.
Agrippa
Indeed, he plied them both with excellent praises.
Domitius Enobarbus
But he loves Caesar best, yet he loves Antony.
Hoo! Hearts, tongues, figures, scribes, bards, poets, cannot
Think, speak, cast, write, sing, number—hoo!—
His love to Antony. But as for Caesar,
Kneel down, kneel down, and wonder.
Agrippa
Both he loves.
Domitius Enobarbus
They are his shards, and he their beetle.
[Trumpets within.]
Domitius Enobarbus
So,
This is to horse. Adieu, noble Agrippa.
Agrippa
Good fortune, worthy soldier, and farewell.
[Enter Caesar, 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
As my thoughts make thee, and as my farthest bond
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 cherished.
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
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
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—
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 the full of tide,
And neither way inclines.
Domitius Enobarbus
[_Aside to Agrippa_.] Will Caesar weep?
Agrippa
[_Aside to Enobarbus_.] He has a cloud in ’s face.
Domitius 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
When at Philippi he found Brutus slain.
Domitius Enobarbus
[_Aside to Agrippa_.] That year, indeed, he was troubled with a rheum;
What willingly he did confound he wailed,
Believe ’t, till I weep too.
Octavius Caesar
No, sweet Octavia,
You shall hear from me still. The time shall not
Outgo 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
To thy fair way!
Octavius Caesar
Farewell, farewell!
[Kisses Octavia.]
Mark Antony
Farewell!
[Trumpets sound. Exeunt.]