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.
^{2 note}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
^{3 note}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 battle still of mine,
When it is all to nought: and his quails 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 receiv'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 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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