Enter Agrippa and Enobarbus, meeting.



Agr. What! are the brothers parted?

Eno. They have dispatch'd with Pompey; he is gone,
The other three are sealing. Octavia weeps
To part form Rome; Ceasar is sad; and Lepidus,
Since Pompey's feast, as Menas says, is troubled
With the green sickness.

Agr. 'T is a noble Lepidus.

Eno. A very fine one. O! how he loves Caesar.

Agr. Nay, but how dearly he adores Mark Antony!

Eno. Caesar? Why, he's the Jupiter of men.


Agr. What's Antony? The god of Jupiter.

Eno. Spake you of Caesar? How! the nonpareil!

Agr. O Antony! O thou Arabian bird.

Eno. Would you praise Caesar, say 'Caesar'; go no further.

Agr. Indeed, he plied them both with excellent praises.

Eno. 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.

Agr. Both he loves.

Eno. They are his shards, and he their beetle.
[Trumpets within. So;
This is to horse. Adieu, noble Agrippa.

Agr. Good fortune, worthy soldier, and farewell,
Enter Caesar, Antony, Lepidus, and Octavia.

Ant. No further, sir.

Caes. You take from me a great part of myself;
Use me well in 't. Sister, prove such a wife
As my thoughts make thee, and as my furthest band

Shall pass on thy 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 cherish'd.

Ant. Make me not offended
In your distrust.

Caes. I have said.

Ant. 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.

Caes. Farewell, my dearest sister, fare thee well.
The elements be kind to thee, and make
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 -


Caes. 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 downfeather,
That stands upon the swell at full of tide,
And neither way inclines.

Eno. [Aside to Agrippa.] Will Caesar weep?

Agr. 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 Caesar 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 comfound he wail'd,
Believe't till I wept too.

Caes. No, sweet Octavia,
You shall hear from me still; the time shall not
Out-go my thinking on you.

Ant. 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.

Caes. Adieu; be happy!

Lep. Let all the number of the stars give light
To thy fair way!

Caes. Farewell, farewell!
[Kisses Octavia.

Ant. Farewell!

[Trumpets sound. Exeunt.