Let this fellow
Be nothing of our strife; if we contend,
Out of our question wipe him.
CAES.
You have broken
The article of your oath, which you shall never
Have tongue to charge me with.
LEP.
Soft, Caesar!
ANT.
No, Lepidus, let him speak.
The honor is sacred which he talks on now,
Supposing that I lack'd it. But on, Caesar,
The article of my oath.
CAES.
To lend me arms and aid when I requir'd them,
The which you both denied.
ANT.
Neglected, rather;
And then when poisoned hours had bound me up
From mine own knowledge. As nearly as I may,
I'll play the penitent to you; but mine honesty
Shall not make poor my greatness, nor my power
Work without it. Truth is, that Fulvia,
To have me out of Egypt, made wars here;
For which myself, the ignorant motive, do
So far ask pardon as befits mine honor
To stoop in such a case.
LEP.
'Tis noble spoken.
MAEC.
If it might please you, to enforce no further
The griefs between ye: to forget them quite
Were to remember that the present need
Speaks to atone you.
LEP.
Worthily spoken, Maecenas.
ENO. Or, if you borrow one another's love for the instant, you may, when you hear no more words of Pompey, return it again. You shall have time to wrangle in when you have nothing else to do.
ANT.
Thou art a soldier only, speak no more.
ENO. That truth should be silent I had almost forgot.
ANT.
You wrong this presence, therefore speak no more.
ENO.
Go to then – your considerate stone.
CAES.
I do not much dislike the matter, but
The manner of his speech; for't cannot be
We shall remain in friendship, our conditions
So diff'ring in their acts. Yet if I knew
What hoop should hold us staunch from edge to edge
A' th' world, I would pursue it.
AGR.
Give me leave, Caesar –
CAES.
Speak, Agrippa.
AGR.
Thou hast a sister by the mother's side,
Admir'd Octavia. Great Mark Antony
Is now a widower.
CAES.
Say not [so], Agrippa;
If Cleopatra heard you, your [reproof]
Were well deserv'd of rashness.
ANT.
I am not married, Caesar;
Let me hear Agrippa further speak.
AGR.
To hold you in perpetual amity,
To make you brothers, and to knit your hearts
With an unslipping knot, take Antony
Octavia to his wife; whose beauty claims
No worse a husband than the best of men;
Whose virtue and whose general graces speak
That which none else can utter. By this marriage,
All little jealousies, which now seem great,
And all great fears, which now import their dangers,
Would then be nothing. Truths would be tales,
Where now half tales be truths. Her love to both
Would each to other and all loves to both
Draw after her. Pardon what I have spoke,
For 'tis a studied, not a present thought,
By duty ruminated.
ANT.
Will Caesar speak?
CAES.
Not till he hears how Antony is touch'd
With what is spoke already.
ANT.
What power is in Agrippa,
If I would say, »Agrippa, be it so,«
To make this good?
CAES.
The power of Caesar, and
His power unto Octavia.
ANT.
May I never
(To this good purpose, that so fairly shows)
Dream of impediment! Let me have thy hand
Further this act of grace; and from this hour
The heart of brothers govern in our loves,
And sway our great designs!
CAES.
There's my hand.
A sister I bequeath you, whom no brother
Did ever love so dearly. Let her live
To join our kingdoms and our hearts, and never
Fly off our loves again!
LEP.
Happily, amen!
ANT.
I did not think to draw my sword 'gainst Pompey,
For he hath laid strange courtesies and great
Of late upon me. I must thank him only,
Lest my remembrance suffer ill report;
At heel of that, defy him.
LEP.
Time calls upon 's.
Of us must Pompey presently be sought,
Or else he seeks out us.
ANT.
Where lies he?
CAES.
About the Mount Misena.
ANT.
What is his strength by land?
CAES.
Great, and increasing; but by sea
He is an absolute master.
ANT.
So is the fame.
Would we had spoke together! Haste we for it,
Yet ere we put ourselves in arms, dispatch we
The business we have talk'd of.
CAES.
With most gladness,
And do invite you to my sister's view,
Whither straight I'll lead you.
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