| 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] |