| ACT III SCENE II | Rome. An ante-chamber in OCTAVIUS CAESAR's house. | |
| | Enter AGRIPPA at one door, DOMITIUS ENOBARBUSat another | |
| AGRIPPA | What, are the brothers parted? | |
| DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | They have dispatch'd with Pompey, he is gone; | |
| | The other three are sealing. Octavia weeps | |
| | To part from Rome; Caesar is sad; and Lepidus, | 5 |
| | Since Pompey's feast, as Menas says, is troubled | |
| | With the green sickness. | |
| AGRIPPA | 'Tis a noble Lepidus. | |
| DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | A very fine one: O, how he loves Caesar! | |
| AGRIPPA | Nay, but how dearly he adores Mark Antony! | 10 |
| DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | Caesar? Why, he's the Jupiter of men. | |
| AGRIPPA | What's Antony? The god of Jupiter. | |
| DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | Spake you of Caesar? How! the non-pareil! | |
| AGRIPPA | O Antony! O thou Arabian bird! | |
| DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | Would you praise Caesar, say 'Caesar:' go no further. | 15 |
| AGRIPPA | Indeed, he plied them both with excellent praises. | |
| DOMITIUS 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! | 20 |
| | His love to Antony. But as for Caesar, | |
| | Kneel down, kneel down, and wonder. | |
| AGRIPPA | Both he loves. | |
| DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | They are his shards, and he their beetle. | |
| | Trumpets within | |
| | So; | 25 |
| | This is to horse. Adieu, noble Agrippa. | |
| AGRIPPA | Good fortune, worthy soldier; and farewell. | |
| | Enter OCTAVIUS CAESAR, MARK ANTONY, LEPIDUS, and OCTAVIA | |
| MARK ANTONY | No further, sir. | |
| OCTAVIUS CAESAR | You take from me a great part of myself; | |
| | Use me well in 't. Sister, prove such a wife | 30 |
| | 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 | 35 |
| | The fortress of it; for better might we | |
| | Have loved without this mean, if on both parts | |
| | This be not cherish'd. | |
| MARK ANTONY | Make me not offended | |
| | In your distrust. | 40 |
| OCTAVIUS CAESAR | I have said. | |
| MARK 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! | 45 |
| | We will here part. | |
| OCTAVIUS 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! | 50 |
| MARK 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-- | |
| OCTAVIUS CAESAR | What, Octavia? | |
| OCTAVIA | I'll tell you in your ear. | 55 |
| MARK 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 full of tide, | |
| | And neither way inclines. | 60 |
| DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | Aside to AGRIPPA | |
| AGRIPPA | Aside to DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | |
| DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | Aside to AGRIPPA | |
| | were he a horse; | |
| | So is he, being a man. | |
| AGRIPPA | Aside to DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | |
| | When Antony found Julius Caesar dead, | |
| | He cried almost to roaring; and he wept | |
| | When at Philippi he found Brutus slain. | 65 |
| DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS | Aside to AGRIPPA | |
| | troubled with a rheum; | |
| | What willingly he did confound he wail'd, | |
| | Believe't, till I wept too. | |
| OCTAVIUS CAESAR | No, sweet Octavia, | |
| | You shall hear from me still; the time shall not | 70 |
| | Out-go my thinking on you. | |
| MARK 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. | 75 |
| OCTAVIUS CAESAR | Adieu; be happy! | |
| LEPIDUS | Let all the number of the stars give light | |
| | To thy fair way! | |
| OCTAVIUS CAESAR | Farewell, farewell! | |
| | Kisses OCTAVIA | |
| MARK ANTONY | Farewell! | 80 |
| | Trumpets sound. Exeunt | |