Ca. Ant. I have said. You shall not find, Though you be therein curious,1 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. Ca. Farewell, my dearest sister; fare thee well: The elements be kind to thee, and make Thy spirits all of comfort! Fare thee well. Oct. 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. Oct. Sir, look well to my husband's house; Ca. Octavia ? and Oct. I'll tell you in your ear. What, Ant. 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 full of tide, And neither way inclines. Eno. Will Cæsar weep? [aside to Agrippa. He has a cloud in 's face. Agr. Eno. He were the worse for that, were he a horse; So is he, being a man. Agr. Why, Enobarbus ? 1 Scrupulous. When Antony found Julius Cæsar dead, Eno. That year, indeed, he was troubled with a rheum; What willingly he did confound,1 he wail'd: Ca. No, sweet Octavia, You shall hear from me still: the time shall not Outgo my thinking on you. Ant. Come, sir, come : I'll wrestle with you in my strength of love. Ca. Adieu; be happy! Lep. Let all the number of the stars give light Alexandria. A room in the palace. Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, IRAs, and Alexas. Cle. Where is the fellow? Alex. Half afeard to come. 1 Destroy. Cle. Go to, go to.-Come hither, sir. Alex. Enter MESSENGER, Good majesty, Herod of Jewry dare not look upon you, But when you are well pleased. Cle. That Herod's head I'll have but how? when Antony is gone, Through whom I might command it.—Come thou I look'd her in the face; and saw her led Between her brother and Mark Antony. Cle. Is she as tall as me? Mes. She is not, madam. Cle. Didst hear her speak? Is she shrill-tongued, or low? Mes. Madam, I heard her speak; she is low voiced. Cle. That's not so good:-he cannot like her long. Char. Like her? O Isis! 'tis impossible. Cle. I think so, Charmian: dull of tongue, and dwarfish! What majesty is in her gait? Remember, If e'er thou look'dst on majesty. Mes. She creeps; Her motion and her station 1 are as one: She shows a body rather than a life, A statue than a breather. I do perceive 't:-there's nothing in her yet. Char. Cle. Guess at her years, I pr'ythee. She was a widow. Cle. Excellent. Madam, Widow?-Charmian, hark. Mes. And I do think, she's thirty. Cle. Bear'st thou her face in mind? is 't long, or round? Mes. Round even to faultiness. Cle. For the most part too, they are foolish that are so. Her hair, what color? Mes. Brown, madam: and her forehead As low as she would wish it. Cle. There is gold for thee. Thou must not take my former sharpness ill :- 1 Standing still. Most fit for business. Go, make thee ready; Our letters are prepared. Char. Cle. Indeed, he is so: That so I harried him.1 [Exit Messenger. A proper man. I repent me much, Why, methinks, by him, This creature's no such thing. Char. Nothing, madam. Cle. The man hath seen some majesty, and should know. Char. Hath he seen majesty? Isis else defend, And serving you so long! Cle. I have one thing more to ask him yet, good But 'tis no matter; thou shalt bring him to me [Exeunt. SCENE IV. Athens. A room in Antony's house. Enter ANTONY and OCTAVIA. Ant. Nay, nay, Octavia, not only that;— That were excusable, that, and thousands more Of semblable import: 2 but he hath waged New wars 'gainst Pompey; made his will, and read it To public ear: 1 That I used him so roughly. 2 Of similar tendency. |