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 ^note
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. ^note
Good night, sir.

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

Ant.
Now, sirrah! you do ^note wish yourself in Egypt?

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

Ant.
If you can, your reason?

Soo.
I see it in
My motion, ^note14Q1080 have it not in my tongue: But yet
Hye you again to Egypt ^note.

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

Soo.
Cæsar's.
Therefore, o Antony, stay not by his side:
Thy dæmon, that's thy ^note spirit which keeps thee, is
Noble, courageous, high, unmatchable,
Where Cæsar's is not; but, near him, thy angel
Becomes a fear, as being o'er-power'd; and ^note therefore
Make space enough between you.

Ant.
Speak this no more.

Soo.
To none but thee; no more, but when to thee.
If thou dost play with him at any game,
Thou are sure ^note 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 ^note, 'tis noble. ^note

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 spoken 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 his quails ever
Beat mine, in whoop'd-at odds ^note. I will to Egypt:
And though ^note I make this marriage for my peace,
I' the east my pleasure lies.—O, come, Ventidius, Enter Ventidius.
You must to Parthia; your commission's ready:
Follow me, and receive't. [Exeunt.

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