[To ANTONY. Eno. Ha, my brave emperor! Pom. Let's ha't, good soldier. Ant. Come, let us all take hands; Till that the conquering wine hath steeped our sense. Eno. All take hands. Make battery to our ears with the loud music;- As his strong sides can volley. [Music plays. ENOBARBUS places them hand in hand. SONG. Come, thou monarch of the vine, Cæs. What would you more?-Pompey, good night. Let me request you off; our graver business Pom. I'll try you o' the shore. O Antony, You have my father's house.-But what? We are friends: Come, down into the boat. Eno. [Exeunt POMPEY, CESAR, ANTONY, and Attendants. Menas, I'll not on shore. Men. Take heed you fall not. No, to my cabin. These drums!-these trumpets, flutes! what! Let Neptune hear me bid a loud farewell To these great fellows. Sound, and be hanged, sound out. [A flourish of trumpets, with drums. Eno. Ho, says 'a!-There's my cap. Men. Come. Ho!-noble captain! [Exeunt. ACT III. SCENE I. A Plain in Syria. Enter VENTIDIUS, as after conquest, with SILIUS, and other Romans, Officers, and Soldiers; the dead body of PACORUS borne before him. Ven. Now, darting Parthia, art thou struck; and now, Pleased fortune does of Marcus Crassus' death Make me revenger.- Bear the king's son's body Pays this for Marcus Crassus. Sil. Noble Ventidius, Whilst yet with Parthian blood thy sword is warm, The routed fly. So thy grand captain Antony Put garlands on thy head. O Silius, Silius, Ven. Acquire too high a fame, when him we serve's away. More in their officer, than person. Sossius, Which he achieved by the minute, lost his favor. I could do more to do Antonius good, But 'twould offend him; and in his offence Sil. Thou hast, Ventidius, that Without the which a soldier, and his sword, Grants scarce distinction. Thou wilt write to Antony? We have jaded out o' the field. S'il. Where is he now? Ven. He purposeth to Athens; whither, with what haste The weight we must convey with us will permit, We shall appear before him.-On, there; pass along. [Exeunt. SCENE II. Rome. An Antechamber in Cæsar's House. Enter AGRIPPA and ENOBARBUS, meeting. Agr. What, are the brothers parted? Eno. They have despatched with Pompey; he is gone; The other three are sealing. Octavia weeps To part from Rome. Caesar is sad; and Lepidus, Agr. "Tis a noble Lepidus. Eno. A very fine one. O, how he loves Cæsar! Agr. Nay, but how dearly he adores Mark Antony! Eno. Cæsar, why he's the Jupiter of men. Agr. What's Antony? the god of Jupiter. Eno. Spake you of Cæsar? How? the nonpareil ! Eno. Would you praise Cæsar, say,- Cæsar; go no further. Agr. Indeed, he plied them both with excellent praises. Eno. But he loves Cæsar 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 Cæsar, Kneel down, kneel down, and wonder. Agr. Both he loves. Eno. They are his shards, and he their beetle. So, [Trumpets. This is to horse.-Adieu, noble Agrippa. Enter CESAR, ANTONY, LEPIDUS, and OCTAVIA. Ant. No further, sir. Cæs. You take from me a great part of myself; As my thoughts make thee, and as my furthest band Have loved without this mean, if on both parts Ant. Make me not offended I have said. You shall not find, Though you be therein curious, the least cause Cæs. Farewell, my dearest sister, fare thee well. Thy spirits all of comfort! fare thee well. Octa. My noble brother! 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; andCæs. Octavia? Octa. I'll tell you in your ear. What, Ant. Her tongue will not obey her heart, nor can Her heart inform her tongue; the swan's down feather, That stands upon the swell at full of tide, And neither way inclines. Eno. Will Cæsar weep? Agr. [Aside to AGRIPPA. He has a cloud in's face. Eno. He were the worse for that, were he a horse; Agr. He cried almost to roaring; and he wept When at Philippi he found Brutus slain. Eno. That year, indeed, he was troubled with a rheum; What willingly he did confound, he wailed, Believe it, till I weep too. Cæs. No, sweet Octavia, You shall hear from me still; the time shall not Outgo my thinking on you. Ant. Come, sir, come; I'll wrestle with you, in my strength of love. Cæs. Adieu! be happy! Lep. Let all the number of the stars give light To thy fair way! Cæs. Farewell, farewell! [Kisses OCTAVIA. Farewell! [Trumpets sound. Exeunt. SCENE III. Alexandria. A Room in the Palace. Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, IRAS, and ALEXAS. Cleo. Where is the fellow? Half afeard to come. Cleo. Go to, go to.-Come hither, sir. Alex. Enter a Messenger. Good majesty, That Herod's head Herod of Jewry dare not look upon you, Cleo. I'll have; but how? when Antony is gone Through whom I might command it.-Come thou near. Cleo. Didst thou behold Where? Madam, in Rome I looked her in the face; and saw her led Mess. She is not, madam, Cleo. Didst hear her speak? Is she shrill-tongued or low? She creeps; Her motion and her station are as one : |