For what you seem to fear: So, the gods keep you, And make the hearts of Romans serve your ends! We will here part. Cas. Farewell, my dearest sister, fare thee well; The elements be kind to thee, and make 2 Thy spirits all of comfort! fare thee well. Octa. 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. Octa. Sir, look well to my husband's house; and— Cæs. What, Octavia? Octa. I'll tell you in your ear. 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? Agr. [Aside to AGRIPPA. He has a cloud in's face. Eno. He were the worse for that, were he a horse; So is he, being a man. Agr. Why, Enobarbus ? When Antony found Julius Cæsar dead, He cried almost to roaring: and he wept, When at Philippi he found Brutus slain. Eno. That year, indeed, he was troubled with a rheum; What willingly he did confound,3 he wail'd: Believe it, till I weep too. Cæs. No, sweet Octavia, You shall hear from me still; the time shall not Come, sir, come; Out-go my thinking on you. Ant. I'll wrestle with you in my strength of love: And give you to the gods. Cæs. Adieu; be happy! Lep. Let all the number of the stars give light Cleo. Go to, go to:-Come hither, sir. Alex. Enter a Messenger. Good majesty, Herod of Jewry dare not look upon you, But when you are well pleas'd. Cleo. That Herod's head I'll have: But how? when Antony is gone Through whom I might command it.-Come thou near. Mess. Most gracious majesty, Cleo. Didst thou behold I look'd her in the face; and saw her led Cleo. Is she as tall as me? Mess. She is not, madam. Cleo. Didst hear her speak? Is she shrill-tongu'd, or low? Mess. Madam, I heard her speak; she is low-voic'd. Cleo. That's not so good:-he cannot like her long. Char. Like her? O Isis! 'tis impossible. Cleo. I think so, Charmian: Dull of tongue, and dwarfish! What majesty is in her gait? Remember, If e'er thou look'dst on majesty. Mess. She creeps; Her motion and her station 4 are as one: She shows a body rather than a life; A statue, than a breather. I do perceiv't:-There's nothing in her yet: The fellow has good judgment. Char. Excellent. Madam, Cleo. Guess at her years, I pr'ythee. Mess. 4 Standing. She was a widow. Cleo. Widow?-Charmian, hark. Mess. And I do think, she's thirty. Cleo. Bear'st thou her face in mind? is it long, or round? Mess. Round even to faultiness. Cleo. For the most part too, They are foolish that are so.-Her hair, what colour? Mess. Brown, madam: And her forehead is as low As she would wish it. Cleo. Char. [Exit Messenger. A proper man. Cleo. Indeed, he is so: I repent me much, That so I harry'd him. Why, methinks, by him, This creature's no such thing. Char. O, nothing, madam. Cleo. The man hath seen some majesty, and should know. Char. Hath he seen majesty? Isis else defend, And serving you so long! Cleo. I have one thing more to ask him yet, good But tis no matter; thou shalt bring him to me s Pulled, lugged. [Exeunt. SCENE IV. Athens. A Room in Antony's House. Enter ANTONY and OCTAVIA. Ant. Nay, nay, Octavia, not only that,- Spoke scantly of me: when perforce he could not7 Oct. O my good lord, Believe not all; or, if you must believe, Stomach not all. A more unhappy lady, I If this division chance, ne'er stood between, And the good gods will mock me presently, O, bless my brother! Husband win, win brother, Let Ant. Gentle Octavia, your best love draw to that point, which seeks Best to preserve it: If I lose mine honour, 6 Similar tendency. 7 Could not help. 9 Indistinct, through his teeth. 8 Published. 1 Resent. |