Enter Agrippa at one door, Domitius Enobarbus at another
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, Since Pompey's feast, as Menas says, is troubled With the green sickness.
But he loves Caesar best; yet he loves Antony: Ho! Hearts, Tongues, Figure, 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.
They are his shards, and he their beetle.
So; This is to horse. Adieu, noble Agrippa.
Enter Octavius Caesar, Mark Antony, Lepidus, and Octavia
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 cherish'd.
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.
Farewell, my dearest sister, fare thee well: The elements be kind to thee, and make Thy spirits all of comfort! fare thee well.
The April 's in her eyes: it is love's spring, And these the showers to bring it on. Be cheerful.
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.
Aside to Agrippa
He were the worse for that were he a horse, so is he, being a man.
Aside to Domitius Enobarbus
Why, Enobarbus, When Antony found Julius Caesar dead, He cried almost to roaring; and he wept When at Philippi he found Brutus slain.
Aside to Agrippa
That year, indeed, he was troubled with a rheum; What willingly he did confound he wail'd, Believe't, till I wept too.
No, sweet Octavia, You shall hear from me still; the time shall not Out-go my thinking on you.
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.
Trumpets sound. Exeunt