Ant.
The world, and my great office, will sometimes
Divide me from your bosom.

Oct.
All which time,
Before the gods my knee shall bow in prayers
To them for you.

Ant.
Good night, sir.—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.

Oct.
Good night, sir.

Cæs.
Good night. [Exeunt Cæsar, Octavia, and attendants.

&blquo;* ^noteAnt.
Now, sirrah! you do wish yourself in Egypt?

&blquo;Soo.
&blquo;'Would I had never come from thence, nor you
Thither!

&blquo;Ant.
&blquo;If you can, your reason?

&blquo;Soo.
&blquo;I see it in.
&blquo;My motion, have it not in my tongue: But yet
&blquo;Hye you again to Egypt.

&blquo;Ant.
&blquo;Say to me,
&blquo;Whose fortunes shall rise higher, Cæsar's or mine?

&blquo;Soo.
&blquo;Cæsar's.
&blquo;Therefore, O Antony, stay not by his side:

&blquo;Thy dæmon, that's thy spirit which keeps thee, is
&blquo;Noble, courageous, high, unmatchable,
&blquo;Where Cæsar's is not; but, near him, thy angel
&blquo;Becomes a fear, as being o'er-power'd; and therefore
&blquo;Make space enough between you.

&blquo;Ant.
&blquo;Speak this no more.

&blquo;Soo.
&blquo;To none but thee; no more, but when to thee.
&blquo;If thou dost play with him at any game,
&blquo;Thou art sure to lose; and, of that natural luck,
&blquo;He beats thee 'gainst the odds: thy lustre thickens,
&blquo;When he shines by: I say again, thy spirit
&blquo;Is all afraid to govern thee near him;
&blquo;But, he away, 'tis noble.

&blquo;Ant.
&blquo;Get thee gone:
&blquo;Say to Ventidius, I would speak with him:— [Exit Soothsayer.
&blquo;He shall to Parthia. Be it art, or hap,
&blquo;He hath spoken true: The very dice obey him;
&blquo;And, in our sports, my better cunning faints
&blquo;Under his chance: if we draw lots, he speeds:
&blquo;His cocks do win the battle still of mine,
&blquo;When it is all to nought; and his quails ever
&blquo;Beat mine, in whoopt-at odds. I will to Egypt:
&blquo;And though I make this marriage for my peace,
&blquo;I'the east my pleasure lies.&brquo;—O, come, Ventidius, Enter Ventidius.
You must to Parthia; your commission's ready:
Follow me, and receive't. [Exeunt.

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