You have my father's house. But what? we friends. Come down into the boat. Eno. are Take heed, you fall not. [Exeunt POMPEY, CESAR, ANTONY, and At Menas, I'll not on shore. Men. tendants. No, to my cabin. - These drums! - these trumpets, flutes! what! To these great fellows: sound, and be hang'd! sound Enter VENTIDIUS, as it were in triumph, with SILIUS, and other Romans, Officers, and Soldiers; the dead body of PACORUS borne before him. N VENTIDIUS. OW, darting Parthia, art thou struck; and now Make me revenger. Before our army. - Thy Pacorus, Orodes, Noble Ventidius, Pays this for Marcus Crassus. Silius. Whilst yet with Parthian blood thy sword is warm, The fugitive Parthians follow: spur through Media, Mesopotamia, and the shelters whither. The routed fly: so thy grand captain, Antony, Put garlands on thy head. O Silius, Silius ! Ven. More in their officer than person: Sossius, Which he achiev'd by th' minute, lost his favour. I could do more to do Antonius good, But 'twould offend him; and in his offence Sil. Thou hast, Ventidius, that Without the which a soldier and his sword Grants scarce distinction. Thou wilt write to Antony? We have jaded out o' th' field. Sil. Where is he now? Ven. He purposeth to Athens; whither, with what haste The weight we must convey with 's will permit, [Exeunt. SCENE II. Rome. An Ante-Chamber in CESAR'S House. 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 from Rome; Cæsar is sad; and Lepidus, Agr. Eno. Would you praise Cæsar, say, - Cæsar; go no farther. Agr. Indeed, he ply'd them both with excellent praises. Eno. But he loves Cæsar best; Antony. yet he loves Ho! hearts, tongues, figures, scribes, bards, poets cannot Agr. Both he loves. Eno. They are his shards, and he their beetle. Agr. Good fortune, worthy soldier; and farewell. Enter CESAR, ANTONY, LEPIDUS, and OCTAVIA. Ant. No farther, sir. Cæs. 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 To keep it builded be the ram to batter Have loved without this mean, if on both parts Though you be therein curious, the least cause Cas. Farewell, my dearest sister, fare thee well: The elements be kind to thee, and make Thy spirits all of comfort! fare thee well. -- 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 Cas. 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 down feather, That stands upon the swell at th' full of tide, Eno. Will Cæsar weep? Agr. [Speaking aside with AGRIPPA. 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 Cæsar 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 confound, he wail'd, Believe 't, till I wept too. No, sweet Octavia, : Cæs. Out-go my thinking on you. Ant. Come, sir, come; I'll wrestle with you in my strength of love: Cæs. Adieu; be happy! Lep. Let all the number of the stars give light |