SCENE III THE SAME. A ROOM IN CÆSAR'S HOUSE. Enter Cæsar, Antony, Octavia between them; Attendants, and a Soothsayer. Ant. The world, and my great office, will sometimes Divide me from your bosom. Octa. All which time, Before the gods, my knee shall bow my prayers To them, for you. Ant. Good night, sir.-My Octavia, Read not my blemishes in the world's report: I have not kept my square; but that to come Shall all be done by the rule. Good night, dear lady.— Octa. Good night, sir. Cas. Good night. [Exeunt Cæsar and Octavia. Ant. Now, sirrah! you do wish yourself in Egypt? Sooth. 'Would I had never come from thence, nor you Thither! Ant. If you can, your reason? Sooth. I see it in My motion, have it not in my tongue. But yet Hie you again to Egypt. Ant. Say to me, Whose fortunes shall rise higher, Cæsar's, or mine? Sooth. Cæsar's. Therefore, O Antony, stay not by his side: Thy dæmon, that's thy spirit which keeps thee, is Where Cæsar's is not; but, near him, thy angel Make space enough between you. Ant. Speak this no more. Sooth. To none but thee; no more, but when to thee. If thou dost play with him at any game, Thou art sure to lose; and, of that natural luck, He beats thee 'gainst the odds; thy lustre thickens, Is all afraid to govern thee near him; Ant. Get thee gone: Say to Ventidius, I would speak with him: [Exit Soothsayer. He shall to Parthia.—Be it art, or hap, Enter Ventidius. I' the east my pleasure lies:-O, come, Ventidius, [Exeunt. SCENE IV THE SAME. A STREET. Enter Lepidus, Mecanas, and Agrippa. Lep. Trouble yourselves no further: pray you, hasten Your generals after. Agr. Sir, Mark Antony Will e'en but kiss Octavia, and we'll follow. Lep. Till I shall see you in your soldier's dress, Which will become you both, farewell. Mec. We shall, As I conceive the journey, be at mount Lep. Your way is shorter, My purposes do draw me much about; You'll win two days upon me. Mec. Agr. Sir, good succefs! Lep. Farewell. [Exeunt. SCENE V ALEXANDRIA. A ROOM IN THE PALACE. Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras, and Alexas. Cleo. Give me some music; music, moody food of us that trade in love. Attend. The music, ho! Enter Mardian. Cleo. Let it alone, let us to billiards: Come, Charmian. Char. My arm is sore, best play with Mardian. As with a woman;-Come, you'll play with me, sir? Cleo. And when good will is show'd, though it come too short, The actor may plead pardon. I'll none now: Give me mine angle,—We'll to the river: there, My music playing far off, I will betray Tawny-finn'd fishes; my bended hook shall pierce And say, Ah, ha! you're caught. Char. 'Twas merry, when You wager'd on your angling; when your diver Did hang a salt-fish on his hook, which he Cleo. That time!-O times!— I laugh'd him out of patience; and that night Enter a Messenger. Ram thou thy fruitful tidings in mine ears, Mes. Madam, madam, Cleo. Antony's dead? If thou say so, villain, thou kill'st thy mistrefs: If thou so yield him, there is gold, and here My bluest veins to kifs; a hand, that kings Mes. First, madam, he's well. Cleo. Why, there's more gold. But, sirrah, mark; We use To say, the dead are well: bring it to that, The gold I give thee, will I melt, and pour Mes. Good madam, hear me. Cleo. Well, go to, I will; But there's no goodness in thy face: If Antony |