Would then be nothing: truths would be but tales, Ant. Will Caesar speak? Caes. Not till he hears how Antony is touch'd With what is spoke already, Ant. What power is in Agrippa, If I would say, Agrippa, be it so, Caes. The power of Caesar, and His power unto Octavia. -Ant. May I never To this good purpose, that so fairly shows, Dream of impediment! - Let me have thy hand: Further this act of grace; and, from this hour, The heart of brothers govern in our loves, And sway our great designs! Caes. There is my hand. A sister I bequeath you, whom no brother To join our kingdoms, and our hearts; and never Lep. Happily, amen! Ant. I did not think to draw my sword 'gainst Pompey; For he hath laid strange courtesies, and great, Of late upon me: I must thank him only, Lep. Time calls upon us. Of us must Pompey presently be sought, Ant. And where lies he? "Caes. About the Mount Misenum. Ant. What's his strength By land? སྐོས། གཙོ Caes. Great, and increasing but by sea He is an absolute master. Ant. So is the fame." 'Would, we had spoke together! Haste we for it: Yet, ere we put ourselves in arms, despatch we And do invite you to my sister's view, Whither straight I will lead you. Ant. Let us, Lepidus, Not lack your company. 夔 ATOW-12 Not sickness should detain me. iqt [Flourish. Exeunt CAESAR, ANTONY, LEPIDUS. and Mec. Welcome from Egypt, S Sir. བྷ( s་“ཎྜ་ Eno. Half the heart of Caesar, worthy Mecaenas! my honourable friend, Agrippa! Agr. Good Enobarbus! Mec. We have cause to be glad that matters are so well digested. You st stay'd well by it in Egypt. J Eno. Ay, Sir, we did sleep day out of countenance, and made the night light with drinking. Mec. Eight wild boars roasted whole at a breakfast, and but twelve persons there; Is this true? Eno. This was but as a fly by an eagle: we had much more monstrous matter of feast, which worthily deserved noting. Mec. She's a most triumphant lady, if report be square to her. A Eno. When she first met Mark Antony, the pursed up his heart, upon the river of Cydnus. A Agr. There she appear'd indeed; or my reporter devis'd well for her. Eno. I will tell you: The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water: the poop was beaten gold;-; Purple the sails, and so perfum'd, that N The winds were love-sick with them; the oars were silver; Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made In her pavilion, (cloth of gold, of tissue,) Agr. O, rare for Antony! Eno. Her gentlewomen, like the Nereides, So many mermaids, tended her i' the eyes, And made their bends adornings: at the helm A seeming mermaid steers; the silken tackle Swell with the touches of those flower-soft hands, That yarely from the office. From the barge A strange invisible perfume hits the sense Of the adjacent wharfs, The city cast out Her people out upon her; and Antonynd hans Enthron'd in the market-place, did sit alone, Whistling to the air, which, but for vacancy, o Had gone to gaze on Cleopatra too svrgeshi And made a gap in nature. tort, £ d'ache Agr. Rare Egyptian! Eno. Upon her landing, Antony sent to her. A Invited her to supper: she reply'd, rised eid qu ks It should be better, he became her guest; Agr. Royal wench! She made great Caesar lay his sword to bed; Eno. I saw her once Hop forty paces through the publick street: And having lost her breath, she spoke, und panted, That she did make defect, perfection, And, breathless, power breathe forth. Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale appetites they feed; but she makes hungry, Where most she satisfies. For vilest things Become themselves in her; that the holy priests Mec. If beauty, wisdom, modesty, can settle The heart of Antony, Octavia is A blessed lottery Agr. Let us to him. Good Enobarbus, make yourself my Whilst you abide here. my guest, [Exeunt. Eno. Humbly, Sir, I thank you. SCENE III. The same. A Room in Caesar's House. Enter CAESAR, ANTONY, OCTAVIA between them; Attendants, and a Soothsayer. Ant. The world, and my great office, will sometimes Divide me from your bosom, Octa. All which time, Before the Gods my knee shall bow my prayers 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. Octa. Good night, Sir. Caes. Good night. [Exeunt CAESAR and OCTAVIA. Ant. Now, sirrah! you do wish yourself in Sooth. 'Would I had never come from thence, Thither! Egypt? nor you ? Ant. If you can, your reason My motion, have it not in my to gue: But yet Ant. Say to me, Whose fortunes shall rise higher, Caesar's or mine? Sooth. Caesar's. Therefore, O Antony, stay not by his side: Thy daemon, that's thy spirit which keeps thee, is Noble, courageous, high, unmatchable, Where Caesar's is not; but, near him, thy angel |