What, are the brothers parted?

They have dispatched with Pompey: he is gone,

3.2.51541The other three are sealing. Octavia weeps

3.2.61542To part from Rome; Caesar is sad, and Lepidus

3.2.71543Since Pompey's feast, as Menas says, is troubled

3.2.81544With the green-sickness.

With the green-sickness. 'Tis a noble Lepidus.

A very fine one. Oh, how he loves Caesar!

Nay, but how dearly he adores Mark Antony!

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

What's Antony--the God of Jupiter?

Spake you of Caesar? How, the nonpareil?

Oh Antony, oh thou Arabian bird!

Would you praise Caesar? Say "Caesar," go no further.

Indeed, he plied them both with excellent praises.

But he loves Caesar best; yet he loves Antony.

3.2.181555Hoo! hearts, tongues, figures, 1556scribes, bards, poets cannot

3.2.191557Think, speak, cast, write, sing, number--hoo!--

3.2.201558His love to Antony; but as for Caesar,

3.2.211559Kneel down, kneel down and wonder.

Kneel down, kneel down and wonder. Both he loves.

They are his shards and he their beetle.

They are his shards and he their beetle. So,

3.2.231562This is to horse. Adieu, noble Agrippa.

Good fortune, worthy soldier, and farewell.

No further, sir.

You take from me a great part of myself;

3.2.281567Use me well in't. Sister, prove such a wife

3.2.291568As my thoughts make thee, and as my farthest bond

3.2.301569Shall pass on thy approof. Most noble Antony,

3.2.311570Let not the piece of virtue which is set

3.2.321571Betwixt us as the cement of our love

3.2.331572To keep it builded, be the ram to batter

3.2.341573The fortress of it; for better might we

3.2.351574Have loved without this mean, if on both parts

3.2.361575This be not cherished.

This be not cherished. Make me not offended

3.2.37In your distrust.

In your distrust. I have said.

In your distrust. I have said. You shall not find,

3.2.381579Though you be therein curious, the least cause

3.2.391580For what you seem to fear. So the gods keep you,

3.2.401581And make the hearts of Romans serve your ends.

3.2.411582We will here part.

Farewell, my dearest sister, fare thee well.

3.2.431584The elements be kind to thee, and make

3.2.441585Thy spirits all of comfort. Fare thee well.

[Weeping] My noble brother!

The April's in her eyes; it is love's spring,

3.2.471588And these the showers to bring it on. Be cheerful.

Sir, look well to my husband's house, and--

What, Octavia?

What, Octavia? I'll tell you in your ear.

Her tongue will not obey her heart, nor can

3.2.521593Her heart inform her tongue--1594the swan's-down feather

3.2.531595That stands upon the swell at the full of tide,

3.2.541596And neither way inclines.

[Aside to Agrippa] Will Caesar weep?

[Aside to Agrippa] Will Caesar weep? [Aside to Enobarbus] He has a cloud in's face.

[Aside to Agrippa] He were the worse for that were he a horse,

3.2.571600So is he being a man.

So is he being a man. [Aside to Enobarbus] Why, Enobarbus,

3.2.581602When Antony found Julius Caesar dead,

3.2.591603He cried almost to roaring; and he wept

3.2.601604When at Philippi he found Brutus slain.

[Aside to Agrippa] That year, indeed, he was troubled with a rheum;

3.2.621606What willingly he did confound, he wailed,

3.2.631607Believe't, till I weep too.

No, sweet Octavia,

3.2.651609You shall hear from me still; the time shall not

3.2.661610Out-go my thinking on you.

Out-go my thinking on you. Come, sir, come,

3.2.671612I'll wrestle with you in my strength of love.

3.2.681613Look, here I have you [embracing Caesar]; thus I let you go,

3.2.691614And give you to the gods.

And give you to the gods. Adieu, be happy.

Let all the number of the stars give light

3.2.711617To thy fair way.

To thy fair way. Farewell, farewell.

To thy fair way. Farewell, farewell. Farewell.