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The routed fly. So thy grand captain, Antony, |
Shall set thee on triumphant chariots and |
Put garlands on thy head. |
VENTIDIUS. O Silius, Silius, |
I have done enough. A lower place, note well, |
May make too great an act; for learn this, Silius: |
Better to leave undone than by our deed |
Acquire too high a fame when him we serve's away. |
Caesar and Antony have ever won |
More in their officer, than person. Sossius, |
One of my place in Syria, his lieutenant, |
For quick accumulation of renown, |
Which he achiev'd by th' minute, lost his favour. |
Who does i' th' wars more than his captain can |
Becomes his captain's captain; and ambition, |
The soldier's virtue, rather makes choice of loss |
Than gain which darkens him. |
I could do more to do Antonius good, |
But 'twould offend him; and in his offence |
Should my performance perish. |
SILIUS. Thou hast, Ventidius, that |
Without the which a soldier and his sword |
Grants scarce distinction. Thou wilt write to Antony? |
VENTIDIUS. I'll humbly signify what in his name, |
That magical word of war, we have effected; |
How, with his banners, and his well-paid ranks, |
The ne'er-yet-beaten horse of Parthia |
We have jaded out o' th' field. |
SILIUS. Where is he now? |
VENTIDIUS. He purposeth to Athens; whither, with what haste |
The weight we must convey with's will permit, |
We shall appear before him.- On, there; pass along. |
Exeunt |
ACT_3|SC_2 |
SCENE II. Rome. CAESAR'S house |
Enter AGRIPPA at one door, ENOBARBUS at another |
AGRIPPA. What, are the brothers parted? |
ENOBARBUS. They have dispatch'd with Pompey; he is gone; |
The other three are sealing. Octavia weeps |
To part from Rome; Caesar is sad; and Lepidus, |
Since Pompey's feast, as Menas says, is troubled |
With the green sickness. |
AGRIPPA. 'Tis a noble Lepidus. |
ENOBARBUS. A very fine one. O, how he loves Caesar! |
AGRIPPA. Nay, but how dearly he adores Mark Antony! |
ENOBARBUS. Caesar? Why he's the Jupiter of men. |
AGRIPPA. What's Antony? The god of Jupiter. |
ENOBARBUS. Spake you of Caesar? How! the nonpareil! |
AGRIPPA. O, Antony! O thou Arabian bird! |
ENOBARBUS. Would you praise Caesar, say 'Caesar'- go no further. |
AGRIPPA. Indeed, he plied them both with excellent praises. |
ENOBARBUS. 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. |
AGRIPPA. Both he loves. |
ENOBARBUS. They are his shards, and he their beetle. [Trumpets |
within] So- |
This is to horse. Adieu, noble Agrippa. |
AGRIPPA. Good fortune, worthy soldier, and farewell. |
Enter CAESAR, ANTONY, LEPIDUS, and OCTAVIA |
ANTONY. No further, sir. |
CAESAR. 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 farthest 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 lov'd without this mean, if on both parts |
This be not cherish'd. |
ANTONY. Make me not offended |
In your distrust. |
CAESAR. I have said. |
ANTONY. 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. |
CAESAR. Farewell, my dearest sister, fare thee well. |
The elements be kind to thee and make |
Thy spirits all of comfort! Fare thee well. |
OCTAVIA. My noble brother! |
ANTONY. The April's in her eyes. It is love's spring, |
And these the showers to bring it on. Be cheerful. |
OCTAVIA. Sir, look well to my husband's house; and- |
CAESAR. What, Octavia? |
OCTAVIA. I'll tell you in your ear. |
ANTONY. Her tongue will not obey her heart, nor can |
Her heart inform her tongue- the swan's down feather, |
That stands upon the swell at the full of tide, |
And neither way inclines. |
ENOBARBUS. [Aside to AGRIPPA] Will Caesar weep? |
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