Ant.

Now sirrah! do you wish your self in Ægypt?

Sooth.

Would I had never come from thence, nor you thither.

Ant.

If you can, your reason?

Sooth.

I see it in my motion, have it not in my tongue; but yet hie you to Ægypt again.

Ant.

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

Sooth.

Cæsar's. Therefore, oh Antony, stay not by his side. Thy Dæmon, that's thy spirit which keeps thee, is noble, couragious, high, unmatchable, where Cæsar's is not. But near him thy angel becomes a fear; as being o'erpower'd, and therefore make space enough between you.

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 Sooth.
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 battel still of mine,
When it is all to nought: and his quailes ever
Beat mine, in-hoop'd at odds. I will to Ægypt;

And though I make this marriage for my peace,
I'th' east my pleasure lies. Oh come, Ventidius, Enter Ventidius.
You must to Parthia, your commission's ready:
Follow me and receive't. [Exeunt. Enter Lepidus, Mecænas, and Agrippa.

Lep.
Trouble your selves 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 soldier's 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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