ACT III - SCENE IV. Athens. A room in MARK ANTONY's house.
Enter MARK ANTONY and OCTAVIA
1 Nay, nay, Octavia, not only that,-- 2 That were excusable, that, and thousands more 3 Of semblable import,--but he hath waged 4 New wars 'gainst Pompey; made his will, and read it 5 To public ear: 6 Spoke scantly of me: when perforce he could not 7 But pay me terms of honour, cold and sickly 8 He vented them; most narrow measure lent me: 9 When the best hint was given him, he not took't, 10 Or did it from his teeth.
11 O my good lord, 12 Believe not all; or, if you must believe, 13 Stomach not all. A more unhappy lady, 14 If this division chance, ne'er stood between, 15 Praying for both parts: 16 The good gods me presently, 17 When I shall pray, 'O bless my lord and husband!' 18 Undo that prayer, by crying out as loud, 19 'O, bless my brother!' Husband win, win brother, 20 Prays, and destroys the prayer; no midway 21 'Twixt these extremes at all.
22 Gentle Octavia, 23 Let your best love draw to that point, which seeks 24 Best to preserve it: if I lose mine honour, 25 I lose myself: better I were not yours 26 Than yours so branchless. But, as you requested, 27 Yourself shall go between 's: the mean time, lady, 28 I'll raise the preparation of a war 29 Shall stain your brother: make your soonest haste; 30 So your desires are yours.
31 Thanks to my lord. 32 The Jove of power make me most weak, most weak, 33 Your reconciler! Wars 'twixt you twain would be 34 As if the world should cleave, and that slain men 35 Should solder up the rift.
36 When it appears to you where this begins, 37 Turn your displeasure that way: for our faults 38 Can never be so equal, that your love 39 Can equally move with them. Provide your going; 40 Choose your own company, and command what cost 41 Your heart has mind to.