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 Cæsar, Antony, Lepidus, and Octavia. Ant. No further, sir. Cæs. You take from me a great part of myself; Have loved without this mean, if on both parts 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. Ces. Farewell, my dearest sister, fare thee well; The elements be kind to thee, and make Thy spirits all of comfort! fare thee well. Octa. 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. Octa. Sir, look well to my husband's house; andWhat, Cæs. Octavia? Oct. I'll tell you in your ear. Ant. Her tongue will not obey her heart, nor can * Wings. + Bond. Octavia. Of air and water. Her heart inform her tongue: the swan's-down fea ther, That stands upon the swell at 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 it, 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: Cæs. Adieu; be happy! Lep. Let all the number of the stars give light SCENE III. Alexandria. A room in the palace. Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras, and Alexas. Cleo. Where is the fellow? Alex. Half afeard to come. Cleo. Go to, go to:-Come hither, sir. Alex. Enter a Messenger. Good-majesty, That Herod's head Herod of Jewry dare not look upon you, Cleo. I'll have: But how? when Antony is gone, Through whom I might command it. Come thou I look'd her in the face; and saw her led Mess. She is not, madam, Cleo. Didst hear her speak? Is she shrill-tongu'd, or low? Mess. Madam, I heard her speak; she is lowvoic'd. Cleo. That's not so good:-he cannot like her long. Char. Like her? O Isis! 'tis impossible. Cleo. I think so, Charmian: Dull of tongue, and dwarfish! What majesty is in her gait? Remember, Mess. She creeps; Her motion and her station* are as one : She shows a body rather than a life; A statue, than a breather. I do perceiv't:-There's nothing in her yet:— 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 it long, or round? Mess. Round even to faultiness. Cleo. For the most part too, They are foolish that are so.-Her hair, what colour? Cleo. Char. [Exit Messenger. A proper man. Cleo. Indeed, he is so: I repent me much, That so I harry'dt him. Why, methinks, by him, This creature's no such thing. Char. O, nothing, madam. Cleo. The man hath seen some majesty, and should know. • Standing. + Pulled, lugged. Char. Hath he seen majesty? Isis else defend, And serving you so long! Cleo. I have one thing more to ask him yet, good But 'tis no matter; thou shalt bring him to me [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 publick ear: Spoke scantly of me: when perforce he could not t But pay me terms of honour, cold and sickly He vented them; most narrow measure lent me: Oct. And 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, |