| ACT II SCENE III | The same. OCTAVIUS CAESAR's house. | |
| | Enter MARK ANTONY, OCTAVIUS CAESAR, OCTAVIA betweenthem, and Attendants | |
| MARK ANTONY | The world and my great office will sometimes | |
| | Divide me from your bosom. | |
| OCTAVIA | All which time | |
| | Before the gods my knee shall bow my prayers | 5 |
| | To them for you. | |
| MARK ANTONY | 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. | 10 |
| | Good night, sir. | |
| OCTAVIUS CAESAR | Good night. | |
| | Exeunt OCTAVIUS CAESAR and OCTAVIA | |
| | Enter Soothsayer | |
| MARK ANTONY | Now, sirrah; you do wish yourself in Egypt? | |
| Soothsayer | Would I had never come from thence, nor you Thither! | |
| MARK ANTONY | If you can, your reason? | 15 |
| Soothsayer | I see it in | |
| | My motion, have it not in my tongue: but yet | |
| | Hie you to Egypt again. | |
| MARK ANTONY | Say to me, | |
| | Whose fortunes shall rise higher, Caesar's or mine? | 20 |
| Soothsayer | Caesar's. | |
| | Therefore, O Antony, stay not by his side: | |
| | Thy demon, that's thy spirit which keeps thee, is | |
| | Noble, courageous high, unmatchable, | |
| | Where Caesar's is not; but, near him, thy angel | 25 |
| | Becomes a fear, as being o'erpower'd: therefore | |
| | Make space enough between you. | |
| MARK ANTONY | Speak this no more. | |
| Soothsayer | To none but thee; no more, but when to thee. | |
| | If thou dost play with him at any game, | 30 |
| | Thou art sure to lose; and, of that natural luck, | |
| | He beats thee 'gainst the odds: thy lustre thickens, | |
| | When he shines by: I say again, thy spirit | |
| | Is all afraid to govern thee near him; | |
| | But, he away, 'tis noble. | 35 |
| MARK ANTONY | Get thee gone: | |
| | Say to Ventidius I would speak with him: | |
| | Exit Soothsayer | |
| | He shall to Parthia. Be it art or hap, | |
| | He hath spoken true: the very dice obey him; | |
| | And in our sports my better cunning faints | 40 |
| | Under his chance: if we draw lots, he speeds; | |
| | His cocks do win the battle still of mine, | |
| | When it is all to nought; and his quails ever | |
| | Beat mine, inhoop'd, at odds. I will to Egypt: | |
| | And though I make this marriage for my peace, | 45 |
| | I' the east my pleasure lies. | |
| | Enter VENTIDIUS | |
| | O, come, Ventidius, | |
| | You must to Parthia: your commission's ready; | |
| | Follow me, and receive't. | |
| | Exeunt | |
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