1524Should my performance perish.

1525Rom. Thou hast Ventidius that, without the which a

1526Souldier and his Sword graunts scarce distinction: thou

1527wilt write to Anthony.

1528Ven. Ile humbly signifie what in his name,

1529That magicall word of Warre we haue effected,

1530How with his Banners, and his well paid ranks,

1531The nere-yet beaten Horse of Parthia,

1532We haue iaded out o'th'Field.

1533Rom. Where is he now?

1534Ven. He purposeth to Athens, whither with what hast

1535The waight we must conuay with's, will permit:

1536We shall appeare before him. On there, passe along.

1539Agri. What are the Brothers parted?

1540Eno. They haue dispatcht with Pompey, he is gone,

1541The other three are Sealing. Octauia weepes

1542To part from Rome: Caesar is sad, and Lepidus

1543Since Pompey's feast, as Menas saies, is troubled

1544With the Greene-Sicknesse.

1545Agri. 'Tis a Noble Lepidus.

1546Eno. A very fine one: oh, how he loues Caesar.

1547Agri. Nay but how deerely he adores Mark Anthony.

1548Eno. Caesar? why he's the Iupiter of men.

1549Ant. What's Anthony, the God of Iupiter?

1550Eno. Spake you of Caesar? How, the non-pareill?

1551Agri. Oh Anthony, oh thou Arabian Bird!

1552Eno. Would you praise Caesar, say Caesar go no further.

1553Agr. Indeed he plied them both with excellent praises.

1554Eno. But he loues Caesar best, yet he loues Anthony:

1555Hoo, Hearts, Tongues, Figure,

1556Scribes, Bards, Poets, cannot

1557Thinke speake, cast, write, sing, number: hoo,

1558His loue to Anthony. But as for Caesar,

1559Kneele downe, kneele downe, and wonder.

1560Agri. Both he loues.

1561Eno. They are his Shards, and he their Beetle, so:

1562This is to horse: Adieu, Noble Agrippa.

1563Agri. Good Fortune worthy Souldier, and farewell.

1565Antho. No further Sir.

1566Caesar. You take from me a great part of my selfe:

1567Vse me well in't. Sister, proue such a wife

1568As my thoughts make thee, and as my farthest Band

1569Shall passe on thy approofe: most Noble Anthony,

1570Let not the peece of Vertue which is set

1571Betwixt vs, as the Cyment of our loue

1572To keepe it builded, be the Ramme to batter

1573The Fortresse of it: for better might we

1574Haue lou'd without this meane, if on both parts

1575This be not cherisht.

1576Ant. Make me not offended, in your distrust.

1577Caesar. I haue said.

1578Ant. You shall not finde,

1579Though you be therein curious, the lest cause

1580For what you seeme to feare, so the Gods keepe you,

1581And make the hearts of Romaines serue your ends:

1582We will heere part.

1583Caesar. Farewell my deerest Sister, fare thee well,

1584The Elements be kind to thee, and make

1585Thy spirits all of comfort: fare thee well.

1586Octa. My Noble Brother.

1587Anth. The Aprill's in her eyes, it is Loues spring,

1588And these the showers to bring it on: be cheerfull.

1589Octa. Sir, looke well to my Husbands house: and

1590Caesar. What Octauia?

1591Octa. Ile tell you in your eare.

1592Ant. Her tongue will not obey her heart, nor can

1593Her heart informe her tougue.

1594The Swannes downe feather

1595That stands vpon the Swell at the full of Tide:

1596And neither way inclines.

1597Eno. Will Caesar weepe?

1598Agr. He ha's a cloud in's face.

1599Eno. He were the worse for that were he a Horse, so is

1600he being a man.

1601Agri. Why Enobarbus:

1602When Anthony found Iulius Caesar dead,

1603He cried almost to roaring: And he wept,

1604When at Phillippi he found Brutus slaine.

1605Eno. That year indeed, he was trobled with a rheume,

1606What willingly he did confound, he wail'd,

1607Beleeu't till I weepe too.

1608Caesar. No sweet Octauia,

1609You shall heare from me still: the time shall not

1610Out-go my thinking on you.

1611Ant. Come Sir, come,

1612Ile wrastle with you in my strength of loue,

1613Looke heere I haue you, thus I let you go,

1614And giue you to the Gods.

1615Caesar. Adieu, be happy.

1616Lep. Let all the number of the Starres giue light

1617To thy faire way.

1618Caesar. Farewell, farewell. Kisses Octauia.

1619Ant. Farewell. Trumpets sound. Exeunt.

1621Cleo. Where is the Fellow?

1622Alex. Halfe afeard to come.

1623Cleo. Go too, go too: Come hither Sir.

1625Alex. Good Maiestie: Herod of Iury dare not looke

1626vpon you, but when you are well pleas'd.

1627Cleo. That Herods head, Ile haue: but how? When

1628Anthony is gone, through whom I might commaund it:

1629Come thou neere.

1630Mes. Most gratious Maiestie.

1631Cleo. Did'st thou behold Octauia?

1632Mes. I dread Queene.

1633Cleo. Where?

1634Mes. Madam in Rome, I lookt her in the face: and

1635saw her led betweene her Brother, and Marke Anthony.

1636Cleo. Is she as tall as me?

1637Mes. She is not Madam.

1638Cleo. Didst heare her speake?

1639Is she shrill tongu'd or low?

1640Mes. Madam, I heard her speake, she is low voic'd.

1641Cleo. That's not so good: he cannot like her long.

1642Char. Like her? Oh Isis: 'tis impossible.

1643Cleo. I thinke so Charmian: dull of tongue, & dwarfish

1644What Maiestie is in her gate, remember

1645If ere thou look'st on Maiestie. ,

1646Mes. She creepes: her motion, & her station are as one.

1647She shewes a body, rather then a life,

1648A Statue, then a Breather.

1649Cleo. Is this certaine?

1650Mes. Or I haue no obseruance.

1651Cha. Three in Egypt cannot make better note.

1652Cleo. He's very knowing, I do perceiu't,

1653There's nothing in her yet.