1    What, are the brothers parted?

2    They have dispatch'd with Pompey, he is gone;
3    The other three are sealing. Octavia weeps
4    To part from Rome; Caesar is sad; and Lepidus,
5    Since Pompey's feast, as Menas says, is troubled
6    With the green sickness.

7    'Tis a noble Lepidus.

8    A very fine one: O, how he loves Caesar!

9    Nay, but how dearly he adores Mark Antony!

10   Caesar? Why, he's the Jupiter of men.

11   What's Antony? The god of Jupiter.

12   Spake you of Caesar? How! the non-pareil!

13   O Antony! O thou Arabian bird!

14   Would you praise Caesar, say 'Caesar:' go no further.

15   Indeed, he plied them both with excellent praises.

16   But he loves Caesar best; yet he loves Antony:
17   Ho! hearts, tongues, figures, scribes, bards,
18   poets, cannot
19   Think, speak, cast, write, sing, number, ho!
20   His love to Antony. But as for Caesar,
21   Kneel down, kneel down, and wonder.

22   Both he loves.

23   They are his shards, and he their beetle.
Trumpets within
24   So;
25   This is to horse. Adieu, noble Agrippa.

26   Good fortune, worthy soldier; and farewell.

27   No further, sir.

28   You take from me a great part of myself;
29   Use me well in 't. Sister, prove such a wife
30   As my thoughts make thee, and as my farthest band
31   Shall pass on thy approof. Most noble Antony,
32   Let not the piece of virtue, which is set
33   Betwixt us as the cement of our love,
34   To keep it builded, be the ram to batter
35   The fortress of it; for better might we
36   Have loved without this mean, if on both parts
37   This be not cherish'd.

38   Make me not offended
39   In your distrust.

40   I have said.

41   You shall not find,
42   Though you be therein curious, the least cause
43   For what you seem to fear: so, the gods keep you,
44   And make the hearts of Romans serve your ends!
45   We will here part.

46   Farewell, my dearest sister, fare thee well:
47   The elements be kind to thee, and make
48   Thy spirits all of comfort! fare thee well.

49   My noble brother!

50   The April 's in her eyes: it is love's spring,
51   And these the showers to bring it on. Be cheerful.

52   Sir, look well to my husband's house; and--

53   What, Octavia?

54   I'll tell you in your ear.

55   Her tongue will not obey her heart, nor can
56   Her heart inform her tongue,--the swan's
57   down-feather,
58   That stands upon the swell at full of tide,
59   And neither way inclines.

Aside to AGRIPPA
60    Will Caesar weep?

Aside to DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS
61    He has a cloud in 's face.

Aside to AGRIPPA
62    He were the worse for that,
63   were he a horse;
64   So is he, being a man.

Aside to DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS
65    Why, Enobarbus,
66   When Antony found Julius Caesar dead,
67   He cried almost to roaring; and he wept
68   When at Philippi he found Brutus slain.

Aside to AGRIPPA
69    That year, indeed, he was
70   troubled with a rheum;
71   What willingly he did confound he wail'd,
72   Believe't, till I wept too.

73   No, sweet Octavia,
74   You shall hear from me still; the time shall not
75   Out-go my thinking on you.

76   Come, sir, come;
77   I'll wrestle with you in my strength of love:
78   Look, here I have you; thus I let you go,
79   And give you to the gods.

80   Adieu; be happy!

81   Let all the number of the stars give light
82   To thy fair way!

83   Farewell, farewell!

84   Farewell!