Agr.
What, are the brothers parted?

Eno.
They have dispatch'd with Pompey; he is gone;
The other three are sealing. Octavia weeps
To part from Rome; Cæsar is sad, and Lepidus
Since Pompey's feast, as Menas says, is troubled
With the green sickness.

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. ^note
What's Antony? The god of Jupiter. ^note

Eno.
Spake ^note you of Cæsar? How! ^note the nonpareil!

Agr.
O Antony! O thou ^note Arabian bird!

Eno.
Would you praise Cæsar, say ‘Cæsar’: go ^note 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 ^note, scribes, bards, poets, cannot ^note
Think ^note, speak, cast, write, sing, number ^note—ho ^note!—
His love ^note to Antony. But as for Cæsar,
Kneel down, kneel down ^note, and wonder.

Agr.
Both he loves.

Eno.
They are his shards, and he their beetle. [Trumpet within. ^note] So; ^note
This is to horse. Adieu, noble ^note Agrippa.

Agr.
Good fortune, worthy soldier, and farewell. Enter Cæsar, Antony, Lepidus, and Octavia.

Ant.
No further ^note, sir.

Cæs.
You take from me a great part of myself;
Use me well in't. Sister, prove such a wife
As my thoughts make thee, and as ^note my farthest ^note band ^note
Shall pass on thy approof. Most noble Antony,

Let not the piece of virtue which is set
Betwixt us as the cement ^note of our love,
To keep it builded, be the ram to batter
The fortress ^note of it ^note; for better ^note might we
Have loved without this mean, if on both parts
This be not cherish'd.

Ant.
Make me not offended
In your distrust. ^note

Cæs.
I have said.

Ant.
You shall not find,
Though you be therein ^note curious, the least ^note cause
For what you seem to fear: so, the gods keep you,
And make the hearts of Romans serve your ends!
We will here part.

Cæs.
Farewell, my dearest sister, fare thee well:
The elements be kind to thee, and make
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, and—

Cæs.
What, ^note
Octavia? ^note

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-feather ^{note note},
That ^note stands upon the swell at full ^note of tide
And neither way inclines.

Eno. [Aside to Agr.]
Will Cæsar weep?

Agr. [Aside to Eno.]
He has a cloud in's face.

Eno. [Aside to Agr.]
He were the worse for that, were he a horse;
So is he, being a man. ^note

Agr. [Aside to Eno.]
Why, Enobarbus, ^note
When Antony found Julius Cæsar dead,
He cried almost to roaring; and he wept
When at Philippi he found Brutus slain.

Eno. [Aside to Agr.]
That year indeed he was troubled ^note with a rheum;
What willingly he did confound he wail'd, ^note
Believe't, till I wept ^note too.

Cæs.
No, sweet Octavia, ^note
You shall hear from me still; the time shall not
Out-go my thinking on you.

Ant.
Come, sir, come;
I'll wrestle ^note with you in my strength of love: ^note
Look, here I have you; thus I let you go,
And give you to the gods.

Cæs.
Adieu; be happy!

Lep.
Let all the number of the stars give light
To thy fair way!

Cæs.
Farewell, farewell! [Kisses Octavia.

Ant.
Farewell! [Trumpets sound. ^note Exeunt.

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