Ho! hearts, tongues, figures, scribes, bards, poets, Think, speak, east, write, sing, number, ho, his love To Antony. But as for Caesar, Kneel down, kneel down, and wonder. So, Eno. They are his shards, and he their beetle. Enter CAESAR, ANTONY, LEPIDUS, Ant. No further, Sirow ai Caes. You take from me a great part of myself; Use me well in it. Sister, prove such a wife As my thoughts make thee, and as my furthest band Shall pass on thy approof. Most noble Antony, Ant. Make me not offended parts In your distrust. burotcos bib ed vigedha Though you be therein curious, the least cause For what you seem to fear So, the Gods keep And make the hearts of Romans serve your ends! We will here part and 3 64 Caes. Farewell, my dearest sister, fare the well; 1 The elements be kind to thee, and maked Ant. The April's in her eyes: It is love's spring, And these the showers to bring it on Be cheerful. Octa. Sir, look well to my husband's house; and Sic T Caes. What, Octavia? Octa. I'll tell you in your ear. Ant. Her tongue will not obey her heart nor can Her heart inform her tongue: the swan's down Afeather, That stands upon the swell at full of tide, Ank And neither way inclines. 3 CA [Aside to AGRIPPÄ. Agr. He has a cloud in's face. en sids you a Eno. He were the worse for that, were he a M luchorse to deny Had So is he, being a man, suuv to poalq art fon sed Agr. Why Enobarbus?295, 941 an When Antony found Julius Caesar dead, qs57 o'r He cried almost to roaring: and he wept,hot 9d3 When at Philippi he found Brutus slain of 9VIT Eno. That year, indeed, he was troubled with Sebastical rheum;l&M AK What willingly he did confound, he wail'd:ov LT Believe it, till I weep too, the time shall not I'll wrestle with youme strength of loves b Look, here I have you; thus I let you go, Caes. Adieu; be happy! Lep. Let all the number of the stars give light To thy fair way! Caes. Farewell, farewell!" [kisses OCTAVIA. SCENE III. Alexandria. A Room in the Palace. Enter CLEOPATRA,~CHARMIAN, IRAS, and Cleo. Where is the fellow? Alex. Half afeard to come... Cleo. Go to, go to: Come hither, Sir. Enter a Messenger. Alex. Good Majesty, Herod of Jewry dare not look upon you, Cleo. That Herod's head I'll have: But how? when Antony is gone? thou near. Mes. Ay, dread Queen, Cleo. Where? Mes. Madam, in Rome I look'd her in the face; and saw her led Between her brother and Mark Antony. Cleo. Is she as tall as me? Mes. She is not, Madam. Come Cleo. Didst hear her speak? Is she shrill-tongu'd, or low?' Mes. Madam, I heard her speak ; she is low-voic'd. Cleo. That's not so good: he cannot like her long. Char. Like her? O Isis! 'tis impossible. Cleo. I think so, Charmian: Dull of tongue, and dwarfish! What majesty is in her gait? Remember, Mes. She creeps; Her motion and her station are as one > Cleo. Is this certain ? Mes. Or I have no observance. Char. Three in Egypt Cannot make better note. Cleo. He's very knowing, I do perceive't: There's nothing in her yet: The fellow has good judgement. Char. Excellent, af Cleo. Guess at her years, I pr'ythee, She was a widow. A Cleo. Widow? - Charmian, hark. Ք Cleo. Bear'st thou her face in mind? is it long, or round? Mes. Round even to faultiness. Cleo. For the most part too They are foolish that are so. Her hair what colour? Mes. Brown, Madam: And her forehead is as low As she would wish it. Cleo. There is gold for thee. Thou must not take my former sharpness ill: Our letters are prepar’d. Cleos Indeed, he is so I repent me much, A That so I harry'd him. Why, methinks, by him, This creature's no such thing. Char. O nothing, Madam. t Cleo: The man hath seen some majesty, and should know... Char. Hath he seen majesty, Isis else defend,' And serving you so long! Cleg. have one thing more to ask him yet, ¿como i sitia saf (good Charinian: But 'tis no matter; thou shalt bring him to me Where I will write: All may be well enough. Char warrant you, Madam. [Exeunt sw & to godskyste ad age 1 sdasd lesdoua tnoSCENE IV dung dicis the 81007 916 eylepistauf of Athens. A Room in Antony's House. 125m, sw Jeom 901 Skant row १ Enter ANTONY and OCTAVIA. ad blow dis v Boy 17in at 7 Ant. Nay pay, Octavia, not only that, That were excusable, that, and thousands more Of semblable import, but he hath wag'dak New war gainst Pompey made his will, aud troy tɗi read it To publick ear: mod diw 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. Octa. O my good Lord, Believe not all; or if 2 you must believe, Stomach not all. A more unhappy lady, |