Ant.

Now, sirrah! you do wish yourself in Ægypt?

Sooth.

'Would I had never come from thence, nor you thither!

Ant.

If you can, your reason?

Sooth.

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Ant.

Say to me, whose fortunes shall rise higher, Cæsar's or mine?

Sooth.
Cæsar's &lblank;
Therefore, oh Antony, stay not by his side.
Thy Dæmon, that thy spirit which keeps thee, is
Noble, courageous, high, unmatchable,
Where Cæsar's is not. But, near him, thy angel
^{7 note}

Ant.
Speak this no more.

Sooth.
To none but thee; no more, but when to thee.—
If thou dost play with him at any game,
Thou'rt sure to lose: and, of that natural luck,
He beats thee 'gainst the odds; thy lustre thickens,

When he shines by. I say again, thy Spirit
Is all afraid to govern thee near him,
But, he away, 'tis noble.

Ant.
Get thee gone.
Say to Ventidius, I would speak with him. [Exit Soothsayer.
He shall to Parthia.—Be it art, or hap,
He hath spoke true. The very dice obey him;
And, in our Sports, my better cunning faints
Under his chance; if we draw lots, he speeds;
His cocks do win the battle still of mine,
When it is all to nought; and ^{8 note}his quails ever
Beat mine, ^{9 note}
inhoop'd, at odds. I will to Ægypt;
And though I make this marriage for my peace, Enter Ventidius.
I'th' east my pleasure lies. Oh, come, Ventidius.
You must to Parthia, your commission's ready:
Follow me, and receiv't. [Exeunt. Enter Lepidus, Mecænas, and Agrippa.

Lep.
Trouble yourselves no farther. Pray you, hasten
Your Generals after.

Agr.
Sir, Mark Antony
Will e'en but kiss Octavia, and we'll follow.

Lep.
'Till I shall see you in your Soldiers' dress
Which will become you both, farewel.

Mec.
We shall,
As I conceive the journey, be at th' mount
Before you, Lepidus.

Lep.
Your way is shorter,
My purposes do draw me much about;
You'll win two days upon me.

Both.
Sir, good success.

Lep.
Farewel. [Exeunt.

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