William Shakespeare: Antony and Cleopatra, Act III, Scene II
Enter Agrippa at one door, Domitius Enobarbus at another
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.
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.
This is to horse. Adieu, noble Agrippa.
Enter Octavius Caesar, Mark Antony, Lepidus, and Octavia
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.
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.
The elements be kind to thee, and make
Thy spirits all of comfort! fare thee well.
And these the showers to bring it on. Be cheerful.
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
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.
You shall hear from me still; the time shall not
Out-go my thinking on you.
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