AGRIPPA
What, are the brothers parted?
ENOBARBUS
They have dispatched with Pompey; he is gone.
The other three are sealing. Octavia weeps
To part from Rome. Caesar is sad, and Lepidus,
Since Pompey’s feast, as Menas says, is troubled
With the greensickness.
AGRIPPA
a noble Lepidus.
ENOBARBUS
A very fine one. O, how he loves Caesar!
AGRIPPA
Nay, but how dearly he adores Mark Antony!
ENOBARBUS
Caesar? Why he’s the Jupiter of men.
AGRIPPA
What’s Antony? The god of Jupiter.
ENOBARBUS
Spake you of Caesar? How, the nonpareil!
AGRIPPA
O, Antony! O Arabian bird!
ENOBARBUS
Would you praise Caesar, say “Caesar”. Go no further.
AGRIPPA
Indeed, he plied them both with excellent praises.
ENOBARBUS
But he loves Caesar best, yet he loves Antony.
Hoo! Hearts, tongues, figures, scribes, bards, poets, cannot
Think, speak, cast, write, sing, number—hoo!—
His love to Antony. But as for Caesar,
Kneel down, kneel down, and wonder.
AGRIPPA
Both he loves.
ENOBARBUS
They are his shards, and he their beetle.
ENOBARBUS
So,
This is to horse. Adieu, noble Agrippa.
AGRIPPA
Good fortune, worthy soldier, and farewell.
ANTONY
No further, sir.
CAESAR
You take from me a great part of myself.
Use me well in’t. Sister, prove such a wife
As my thoughts make , and as my farthest bond
Shall pass on approof. Most noble Antony,
Let not the piece of virtue which is set
Betwixt us, as the cement of our love
To keep it builded, be the ram to batter
The fortress of it. For better might we
Have loved without this mean, if on both parts
This be not cherished.
ANTONY
Make me not offended
In your distrust.
CAESAR
I have said.
ANTONY
You shall not find,
Though you be therein curious, the least 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.
CAESAR
Farewell, my dearest sister, fare well.
The elements be kind to , and make
spirits all of comfort! Fare well.
OCTAVIA
My noble brother!
ANTONY
The April’s in her eyes. It is love’s spring,
And these the showers to bring it on.—Be cheerful.
OCTAVIA
Sir, look well to my husband’s house, and—
CAESAR
What, Octavia?
OCTAVIA
I’ll tell you in your ear.
ANTONY
Her tongue will not obey her heart, nor can
Her heart inform her tongue—the swan’s-down feather,
That stands upon the swell at the full of tide,
And neither way inclines.
ENOBARBUS
Will Caesar weep?
AGRIPPA
He has a cloud in ’s face.
ENOBARBUS
He were the worse for that were he a horse;
So is he, being a man.
AGRIPPA
Why, Enobarbus,
When Antony found Julius Caesar dead,
He cried almost to roaring, and he wept
When at Philippi he found Brutus slain.
ENOBARBUS
That year, indeed, he was troubled with a rheum;
What willingly he did confound he wailed,
Believe ’t, till I weep too.
CAESAR
No, sweet Octavia,
You shall hear from me still. The time shall not
Outgo my thinking on you.
ANTONY
Come, sir, come,
I’ll wrestle with you in my strength of love.
Look, here I have you, thus I let you go,
And give you to the gods.
CAESAR
Adieu, be happy!
LEPIDUS
Let all the number of the stars give light
To fair way!
CAESAR
Farewell, farewell!
ANTONY
Farewell!