ACT III SCENE II | Rome. An ante-chamber in Octavius Caesar's house. | |
[
Enter AGRIPPA at one door, DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS
at another
] |
AGRIPPA | What, are the brothers parted? |
DOMITIUS 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. |
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. | 10 |
AGRIPPA | What's Antony? The god of Jupiter. |
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | Spake you of Caesar? How! the non-pareil! |
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. | 15 |
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | But he loves Caesar best; yet he loves Antony: |
| Ho! hearts, tongues, figures, scribes, bards, |
| poets, cannot |
| Think, speak, cast, write, sing, number, ho! |
| His love to Antony. But as for Caesar, | 20 |
| Kneel down, kneel down, and wonder. |
AGRIPPA | Both he loves. |
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | They are his shards, and he their beetle. |
[Trumpets within] |
| So; |
| This is to horse. Adieu, noble Agrippa. | 25 |
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 |
| As my thoughts make thee, and as my farthest band | 30 |
| 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 | 35 |
| 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. | 40 |
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. | 45 |
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, | 50 |
| 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 | 55 |
| Her heart inform her tongue,--the swan's |
| down-feather, |
| That stands upon the swell at full of tide, |
| And neither way inclines. |
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | [Aside to AGRIPPA] Will Caesar weep?
| 60 |
AGRIPPA | [Aside to DOMITIUS 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 DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS] Why, Enobarbus,
| 65 |
| 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; | 70 |
| 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 |
| Out-go my thinking on you. | 75 |
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! | 80 |
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] |