She made great Cæsar lay his sword to bed; Hop forty paces through the publick street: And having lost her breath, she spoke, and panted, That she did make defect, perfection, And, breathless, power breathe forth. Mec. Now Antony must leave her utterly. Eno. Never; he will not; Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety: Other women Cloy th' appetites they feed; but she makes hungry, Where most she satisfies. For vilest things Become themselves in her; that the holy priests Bless her, when she is riggish. Mec. If beauty, wisdom, modesty, can settle The heart of Antony, Octavia is A blessed lottery to him. Agr. Let us go. Good Enobarbus, make yourself my guest, Eno. Humbly, sir, I thank you. [Exeunt. The Same. SCENE III. A Room in Casar's House. Enter CESAR, ANTONY, OCTAVIA between them; Attendants, and a Soothsayer. Ant. The world, and my great office, will some Good night, sir.-My Octavia, Read not my blemishes in the world's report: I have not kept my square; but that to come Shall all be done by the rule. Good night, dear [Exeunt Cæsar and Octavia, Ant. Now, sirrah! you do wish yourself in Egypt? Sooth. 'Would I had never come from thence, nor My motion, have it not in my tongue: But yet Hie you again to Egypt. Ant. Say to me, Whose fortunes shall rise higher, Cæsar's, or mine? Sooth, Cæsar's. Therefore, O Antony, stay not by his side: Thy dæmon, that's thy spirit which keeps thee, is Where Cæsar's is not; but, near him, thy angel 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 art 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 Soothsayer. He shall to Parthia.-Be it art, or hap, Enter VENTIDIUS. I' the east my pleasure lies:-O, come, Ventidius, You must to Parthia; your commission's ready: [Exeunt. SCENE IV. The Same. A Street. Enter LEPIDUS, MECENAS, and AGRIPPA. Lep. Trouble yourselves no further: pray you, hasten Your generals after. Agr. Sir, Mark Antony Will e'en but kiss Octavia, and we'll follow. Mec. As I conceive the journey, be at mount Before you, Lepidus. Lep. My purposes do draw me much about; We shall, Your way is shorter, Sir, good success [Exeunt. You'll win two days upon me. Mec. Agr. Lep. Farewell. SCENE V. Alexandria. A Room in the Palace. Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, IRAS, and ALEXAS. Cleo. Give me some musick; musick, moody food Of us that trade in love. Attend. The musick, ho! Enter MARDIAN, Cleo. Let it alone; let us to billiards: Come, Charmian. Char. My arm is sore, best play with Mardian. Cleo. As well a woman with an eunuch play'd, As with a woman;-Come, you'll play with me, Cleo. And when good will is show'd, though it come too short, The actor may plead pardon. I'll none now:- I'll think them every one an Antony, And say, Ah, ha! you're caught. Char. 'Twas merry, when You wager'd on your angling; when your diver |