If this division chance, ne'er stood between, And the good Gods will mock me presently,** When I shall pray, 0, bless my lord and husquid band!** Undo that prayer, by crying out as loud, ka Ant. Gentle Octavia, Let your best love draw to that point, which seeks Shall stain your brother, Make your soonest haste;' Octa, Thanks Dks to my Lord. The Jove of power make me most weak, most weak Your reconciler! Wars 'twixt you twain would be. As if the world should cleave, and that slain men Should solder up the rifts sideamus (OR LAT Ant. When it appears to you where this begins, Turn your displeasure that way; for our faults Can never be so equal, that your love Can equally move with them. Provide your spysy od going; lo vunne Choose your own company and command what Enter ENOBARBUS and EROS, meeting. Eno. How now, friend Eros? Eros. There's strange news come, Sir. Eros. Caesar and Lepidus have made wars upon Pompey. Eno. This is old; What is the success? Eros. Caesar, having made use of him in the wars 'gainst Pompey, presently denied him rivality would not let him partake in the glory of the action and not resting here, accuses him of letters he had formerly wrote to Pompey; upon his own appeal, seizes him: So the poor third is up, till death enlarge his confine... Eno. Theu, world, thou hast a pair of chaps, no more; And throw between them all the food thou hast, They'll grind the one the other. Where's Antony? Eros. He's walking in the garden thus; and spurns The rush that lies before him; cries, Fool, Le pidus! And threats the throat of that his officer, That murder'd Pompey. More, Domitius; Eno. Our great navy's rigg'd. I might have told hereafter. Eno. Twill be naught: But let it be. Bring me to Antony. news [Exeunt. SCENE VI. Rome. A Room in Caesar's House. Enter CAESAR, AGRIPPA, and MECAENAS. Caes. Contemning Rome, he has done all this: t And more; In Alexandria, here's the manner of it, Unto her Mec. This in the publick eye? Caes. I' the common show-place, where they exercise. His sons he there proclaim'd, The Kings of Kings: He gave to Alexander; to Ptolemy he assign'd Mec. Let Rome be thus Inform'd. Agr. Who, queasy with his insolence audience Already, will their good thoughts call from him. Cues. The people know it; and have now re His accusations. ceiv'd Agr. Whom does he accuse? Caes. Caesar and that, having in Sicily Sextus Pompeius spoil'd, we had not rated him His part of the isle: then does he say, he lent me Some shipping unrestor'd lastly, he frets, That Lepidus of the triumvirate Should be depos'd; and, being, that we detain All his revenue. Agr. Sir, this should be answer'd. Caes. 'Tis done already, and the messenger gone. I have told him, Lepidus was grown too cruel; That he his high authority abus'd, And did deserve his change; for what I have con quer'd, I grant him part; but then, in his Armenia, Demand the like. Mec. He'll never Caes. Nor must not then . me aid aszis died sh Enter OCTAVIA. Caes. Why have you stol'u upon us thus? You Likes The sister: come not wife of Antony Should an army for an usher, and The neighs of horse to Long ere by the way, rees Pproach, and expectation fainted, Should have appe men Longing for what it had not are come A market-maid to Rome, and have prevented By sea, Octa. Good my Lord, I J To come thus was I not constrain'd, but did it Hearing that you prepar'd for war, acquainted 4T Caes, Which soon he granted, sah bib buA Being an obstruct 'tween his lust and him. Octa. Do not say So Caes. I have eyes posed to 19dio bRA And his affairs come to me on the wind ba¬ma Where is he now?lary Eve HB 59M Octa. My Lord, in Athens, ro SD) Caes. No, my most wronged sister; Cleopatra Hath nodded him to her. He hath given his emCAVATOO pire Up to a whore; áre earth for are levying cli Bocchus, the King of war. He hath assembled Of Cappadocia; Phi Lybia Of Paphlagonia; the Thracian King, Adallas: Herod of Jewry: Mithridates, Kit Of Comagene Polemon and Amintas, 19691 The Kings of Mede, and Lycaonia, with a More larger list of scepters. most wretched, Octa. Ah me, mo perod to algism såT bit de gro guo.I That have my heart parted betwixt two friends? That do afflict each other!" Caes. Welcome hither not guignod Your letters did withhold our breaking forthsais of belangelevad bloode |