ACT II SCENE III | The same. Octavius Caesar's house | |
[
Enter MARK ANTONY, OCTAVIUS CAESAR, OCTAVIA between
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. | 5 |
MARK ANTONY | Good night, sir. My Octavia, |
| Read not my blemishes in the world's report: |
| I have not kept my square; but that to come |
| Shall all be done by the rule. Good night, dear lady. |
| Good night, sir. | 10 |
OCTAVIUS CAESAR | Good night. |
[Exeunt OCTAVIUS CAESAR and OCTAVIA] |
[Enter Soothsayer] |
MARK ANTONY | Now, sirrah; you do wish yourself in Egypt? |
Soothsayer | Would I had never come from thence, nor you Thither! |
MARK ANTONY | If you can, your reason? |
Soothsayer | I see it in | 15 |
| 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? |
Soothsayer | Caesar's. | 20 |
| 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 |
| Becomes a fear, as being o'erpower'd: therefore | 25 |
| 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, | 30 |
| 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: | 35 |
| Say to Ventidius I would speak with him: |
[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; | 40 |
| His cocks do win the battle still of mine, |
| 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. | 45 |
[Enter VENTIDIUS] |
| O, come, Ventidius, |
| You must to Parthia: your commission's ready; |
| Follow me, and receive't. |
[Exeunt] |