3.4.2Enter Antony and Octavia. Nay, nay, Octavia, not only that--
3.4.41686That were excusable, that and thousands more
3.4.51687Of semblable import--but he hath waged
3.4.61688New wars 'gainst Pompey, made his will and read it
3.4.91691But pay me terms of honor, cold and sickly
3.4.101692He vented then, most narrow measure lent me;
3.4.111693When the best hint was given him, he not look't,
Or did it from his teeth. Oh my good lord,
3.4.131696Believe not all, or if you must believe,
3.4.151698If this division chance, ne'er stood between
3.4.181701When I shall pray "Oh bless my lord and husband,"
3.4.201703"Oh bless my brother." Husband win, win brother,
3.4.211704Prays and destroys the prayer; no midway
'Twixt these extremes at all. Gentle Octavia,
3.4.231707Let your best love draw to that point which seeks
3.4.241708Best to preserve it. If I lose mine honor
3.4.261710Than yours so branchless. But as you requested,
3.4.271711Yourself shall go between's. The meantime, lady,
3.4.291713Shall stain your brother. Make your soonest haste;
So your desires are yours. Thanks to my lord.
3.4.311716The Jove of power make me, most weak, most weak
3.4.321717Your reconciler. Wars 'twixt you twain would be
3.4.331718As if the world should cleave, and that slain men
When it appears to you where this begins,
3.4.361721Turn your displeasure that way, for our faults
3.4.381723Can equally move with them. Provide your going;
3.4.391724Choose your own company, and command what cost