ACT III SCENE IV | Athens. A room in Mark Antony's house. | |
[Enter MARK ANTONY and OCTAVIA] |
MARK ANTONY | Nay, nay, Octavia, not only that,-- |
| That were excusable, that, and thousands more |
| Of semblable import,--but he hath waged |
| New wars 'gainst Pompey; made his will, and read it |
| To public ear: | 5 |
| Spoke scantly of me: when perforce he could not |
| But pay me terms of honour, cold and sickly |
| He vented them; most narrow measure lent me: |
| When the best hint was given him, he not took't, |
| Or did it from his teeth. | 10 |
OCTAVIA | O my good lord, |
| Believe not all; or, if you must believe, |
| Stomach not all. A more unhappy lady, |
| If this division chance, ne'er stood between, |
| Praying for both parts: | 15 |
| The good gods me presently, |
| When I shall pray, 'O bless my lord and husband!' |
| Undo that prayer, by crying out as loud, |
| 'O, bless my brother!' Husband win, win brother, |
| Prays, and destroys the prayer; no midway | 20 |
| 'Twixt these extremes at all. |
MARK ANTONY | Gentle Octavia, |
| Let your best love draw to that point, which seeks |
| Best to preserve it: if I lose mine honour, |
| I lose myself: better I were not yours | 25 |
| Than yours so branchless. But, as you requested, |
| Yourself shall go between 's: the mean time, lady, |
| I'll raise the preparation of a war |
| Shall stain your brother: make your soonest haste; |
| So your desires are yours. | 30 |
OCTAVIA | Thanks to my lord. |
| The Jove of power make me most weak, most weak, |
| Your reconciler! Wars 'twixt you twain would be |
| As if the world should cleave, and that slain men |
| Should solder up the rift. | 35 |
MARK ANTONY | When it appears to you where this begins, |
| Turn your displeasure that way: for our faults |
| Can never be so equal, that your love |
| Can equally move with them. Provide your going; |
| Choose your own company, and command what cost | 40 |
| Your heart has mind to. |
[Exeunt] |