The foldier's virtue, rather makes choice of lofs,
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.

SIL. Thou haft, Ventidius,

That without which a foldier, and his sword,
Grants fcarce diftinction. Thou wilt write to Antony?
VEN. I'll humbly fignify 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' the field.

SIL. Where is he now?

VEN. He purposeth to Athens: whither with what hafte The weight we must convey with us will permit, We shall appear before him.-On, there; pass along.

[Exeunt.

SCENE II. Rome. An Antechamber in CESAR's Houfe. Enter AGRIPPA and ENOBARBUS, meeting.

AGR. What, are the brothers parted?

ENO. They have defpatch'd with Pompey, he is gone; The other three are fealing. Octavia weeps

To

part from Rome: Cæfar is fad; and Lepidus, Since Pompey's feast, as Menas fays, is troubled With the green fickness.

AGR. 'Tis a noble Lepidus.

ENO. A very fine one: O, how he loves Cæfar!

AGR. Nay, but how dearly he adores Mark Antony!` ENO. Cæfar? Why, he's the Jupiter of men.

AGR. What's Antony? The god of Jupiter.

ENO. Spake you of Cæfar? How? the nonpareil!

AGR. O Antony! O thou Arabian bird! [further. ENO. Would you praise Cæfar, fay,-Cæfar;-go no AGR. Indeed, he ply'd them both with excellent praises. ENO. But he loves Cæfar beft;-Yet he loves Antony: Ho! hearts, tongues, figures, fcribes, bards, poets, cannot Think, fpeak, caft, write, fing, number, ho, his love To Antony. But as for Cæfar,

Kneel down, kneel down, and wonder.

AGR. Both he loves.

ENO. They are his fhards, and he their beetle. So,

This is to horfe.-Adieu, noble Agrippa.

[Trumpets.

AGR. Good fortune, worthy foldier; and farewell. Enter CESAR, ANTONY, LEPIDUS, and OCTAVIA. ANT. No further, fir.

CAS. You take from me a great part of myself; Use me well in it. Sifter, prove fuch a wife As my thoughts make thee, and as my furtheft band Shall pafs 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.

In

ANT. Make me not offended

your diftruft.

CES. I have faid.

ANT. You fhall not find,

Though you be therein curious, the least cause

For what feem to fear: So, the gods keep you,

you

And make the hearts of Romans ferve

your ends !

We will here part.

CAS. Farewell, my dearest fifter, fare thee well;
The elements be kind to thee, and make
Thy fpirits all of comfort! fare thee well.
OCTA. 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. OCTA. Sir, look well to my husband's houfe; 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 fwan's down feather, That ftands upon the fwell at full of tide,

And neither way inclines.

ENO. Will Cæfar weep?

AGR. He has a cloud in's face.

[Afide 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 Cæfar dead,

He cried almost to roaring: and he wept,

When at Philippi he found Brutus flain.

ENO. That year, indeed, he was troubled with a rheum; What willingly he did confound, he wail'd:

Believe it, till I weep too.

CES. No, fweet Octavia,

You fhall hear from me ftill; the time fhall not

Out-go my thinking on you.

ANT. Come, fir, come;

I'll wrestle with you in my strength of love :

Look, here I have you; thus I let you go,

And give you to the gods.

ÇAS, Adieu; be happy!

LEP. Let all the number of the stars give light

To thy fair way!

CES. Farewell, farewell!

ANT. Farewell!

[kiffes OCTAVIA. [Trumpets found. 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, fir.

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
Through whom I might command it.-Come thou near.

MES. Moft gracious majesty,

CLEO. Didft thou behold

Octavia ?

MES. Ay, dread queen.

CLEO. Where?

MES. Madam, in Rome

I look'd her in the face; and faw her led
Between her brother and Mark Antony.

CLEO. Is the as tall as me?

MES. She is not, madam.

[low CLEO. Didst hear her fpeak? Is the fhrill-tongu❜d, or MES. Madam, I heard her speak; fhe is low-voic'd. CLEO. That's not fo good:-he cannot like her long. CHAR. Like her? O Ifis! 'tis impoffible.

CLEO. I think fo, Charmian: Dull of tongue, and What majefty is in her gait? Remember [dwarfish!

If e'er thou look'st on majesty.

MES. She creeps;

Her motion and her station are as one:

She shows a body rather than a life;

A ftatue, than a breather.

CLEO. Is this certain?

MES. Or I have no observance.

CHAR. Three in Egypt

Cannot make better note.

CLEO. He's very knowing,

I do perceive't :-There's nothing in her yet :—
The fellow has good judgement.

CHAR. Excellent.

CLEO. Guess at her years, I pr'ythee.

MES. Madam,

She was a widow.

CLEO. Widow?_Charmian, hark.

MES. And I do think, fhe's thirty.

CLEO. Bear'ft thou her face in mind? is it long or round? MES. Round even to faultinefs.

CLEO. For the most part too,

They are foolish that are fo.-Her hair, what colour?

MES. Brown, madam : And her forehead is as low As fhe would with it.

CLEO. There is gold for thee.

:

Thou must not take my former sharpness ill :—
I will employ thee back again; I find thee
Moft fit for bufinefs: Go, make thee ready;
Our letters are prepar❜d.

CHAR. A proper man.

[Exit MESSENger,

CLEO. Indeed, he is fo: I repent me much,

That so I harry'd him. Why, methinks, by him,
This creature's no fuch thing.