Agrippa

What, are the brothers parted?

Enobarbus

They have dispatched with Pompey, he is gone;

The other three are sealing. Octavia weeps

To part from Rome; Caesar is sad; and Lepidus,

Since Pompey's feast, as Menas says, is troubled

With the green-sickness.

Agrippa

'Tis a noble Lepidus.

Enobarbus

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

Agrippa

Nay, but how dearly he adores Mark Antony!

Enobarbus

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

Agrippa

What's Antony? The god of Jupiter.

Enobarbus

Spake you of Caesar? How! the nonpareil!

Agrippa

O Antony! O thou Arabian bird!

Enobarbus

Would you praise Caesar, say “Caesar”: go no further.

Agrippa

Indeed, he plied them both with excellent praises.

Enobarbus

But he loves Caesar best; yet he loves Antony:

Ho! hearts, tongues, figures, scribes, bards, poets, cannot

Think, speak, cast, write, sing, number, ho!

His love to Antony. But as for Caesar,

Kneel down, kneel down, and wonder.

Agrippa

Both he loves.

Enobarbus

They are his shards, and he their beetle. Trumpets within So;

This is to horse. Adieu, noble Agrippa.

Agrippa

Good fortune, worthy soldier; and farewell. Enter CAESAR, ANTONY, LEPIDUS, and OCTAVIA.

Antony

No further, sir.

Caesar

You take from me a great part of myself;

Use me well in't. Sister, prove such a wife

As my thoughts make thee, and as my farthest 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 cherished.

Antony

Make me not offended

In your distrust.

Caesar

I have said.

Antony

You shall not find,

Though you be therein curious, the least cause

For what you seem to fear: so, the gods keep you,

And make the hearts of Romans serve your ends!

We will here part.

Caesar

Farewell, my dearest sister, fare thee well:

The elements be kind to thee, and make

Thy spirits all of comfort! fare thee well.

Octavia

My noble brother!

Antony

The April's in her eyes: it is love's spring,

And these the showers to bring it on. Be cheerful.

Octavia

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

Caesar

What, Octavia?

Octavia

I'll tell you in your ear.

Antony

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 the full of tide,

And neither way inclines.

Enobarbus

Aside to Agr.

Will Caesar weep?

Agrippa

Aside to Eno.

He has a cloud in's face.

Enobarbus

Aside to Agr.

He were the worse for that, were he a horse;

So is he, being a man.

Agrippa

Aside to Eno.

Why, Enobarbus,

When Antony found Julius Caesar dead,

He cried almost to roaring; and he wept

When at Philippi he found Brutus slain.

Enobarbus

Aside to Agr.

That year, indeed, he was troubled with a rheum;

What willingly he did confound he wailed,

Believe't, till I wept too.

Caesar

No, sweet Octavia,

You shall hear from me still; the time shall not

outgo my thinking on you.

Antony

Come, sir, 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.

Caesar

Adieu; be happy!

Lepidus

Let all the number of the stars give light

To thy fair way!

Caesar

Farewell, farewell! Kisses Octavia.

Antony

Farewell!