ACT III. SCENE I.—A Plain in Syria. Enter VENTIDIUS, as after conquest, with SILIUS, and other Romans, Officers, and Soldiers; the dead body of PACORUS borne before him. Ven. Now, darting Parthia, art thou struck; and now Pleas'd fortune does of Marcus Crassus' death Make me revenger.-Bear the king's son's body Before our army:-Thy Pacorus, Orodes, Pays this for Marcus Crassus. Sil. Noble Ventidius, Whilst yet with Parthian blood thy sword is warm, The routed fly: So thy grand captain Antony Put garlands on thy head. Ven. O Silius, Silius, I have done enough: A lower place, note well, Cæsar, and Antony, have ever won More in their officer, than person: Sossius, For quick accumulation of renown, Which he achiev'd by the minute, lost his favour. I could do more to do Antonius good, Sil. Thou hast, Ventidius, That without which a soldier, and his sword, We have jaded out o'the field. Sil. Where is he now? Ven. He purposeth to Athens: whither, with what haste The weight we must convey with us 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 despatch'd with Pompey, he is gone; The other three are sealing. Octavia weeps To part from Rome : Cæsar is sad; and Lepidus, Since Pompey's feast, as Menas says, is troubled With the green sickness. Agr. 'Tis a noble Lepidus. Eno. A very fine one: O, how he loves Cæsar! Eno. Would you praise Cæsar, say,-Cæsar ;-go no further. Agr. Indeed, he ply'd them both with excellent praises. Eno. But he loves Cæsar best;-Yet he loves Antony: Ho! hearts, tongues, figures, scribes, bards, poets, can not Think, speak, cast, write, sing, number, ho, his love To Antony. But as for Cæsar, Kneel down, kneel down, and wonder. Agr. Both he loves. Eno. They are his shards, and he their beetle. So, This is to horse.-Adieu, noble Agrippa. [Trumpets. Agr. Good fortune, worthy soldier; and farewell. Enter CESAR, ANTONY, LEPIDUS, and OCTAVIA. Ant. No further, sir. Cas. You take from me a great part of myself; Use me well in it.-Sister, prove such a wife As my thoughts make thee, and as my furthest 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 loved without this mean, if on both parts This be not cherish'd. Ant. Make me not offended In your distrust. Cas. I have said. Ant. You shall not find, Though you be therein curious, the least cause Cæs. Farewell, my dearest sister, fare thee well; Thy spirits all of comfort! fare thee well. Oct. My noble brother! Ant. The April's in her eyes: It is love's spring, And these the showers to bring it on.-Be cheerful. Oct. Sir, look well to my husband's house; andCas. What, Octavia ? Oct. 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 full of tide, And neither way inclines. Eno. Will Cæsar weep ? Agr. He has a cloud in's face. [Aside to AGRippa. '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, Eno. That year, indeed, he was troubled with a rheum; What willingly he did confound, he wail'd: Believe it, till I weep too. Cas. No, sweet Octavia, You shall hear from me still; the time shall not Out-go my thinking on you. Ant. Come, sir, come; I'll wrestle with you in my strength of love: Cas. Adieu; be happy! Lep. Let all the number of the stars give light To thy fair way! Cas. Farewell, farewell! Ant. Farewell! [Kisses OCTAVIA. [Trumpets sound. Exeunt. SCENE III.—Alexandria. A Room in the Palace. Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, IRAS, and ALEXAS. Cleo. Where is the fellow? Alex. Half afeard to come. Cleo. Go to, go to:-Come hither, sir. Enter a Messenger. Alex. Good majesty, Herod of Jewry dare not look upon you, But when you are well pleas'd. Cleo. That Herod's head I'll have: But how? when Antony is gone |