Ven. Now darting Parthya art thou stroke, and now Pleas"d Fortune does of Marcus Cra.s.sus death Make me reuenger. Beare the Kings Sonnes body, Before our Army, thy Pacorus Orades, Paies this for Marcus Cra.s.sus
Romaine. n.o.ble Ventidius, Whil"st yet with Parthian blood thy Sword is warme, The Fugitiue Parthians follow. Spurre through Media, Mesapotamia, and the shelters, whether The routed flie. So thy grand Captaine Anthony Shall set thee on triumphant Chariots, and Put Garlands on thy head
Ven. Oh Sillius, Sillius, I haue done enough. A lower place note well May make too great an act. For learne this Sillius, Better to leaue vndone, then by our deed Acquire too high a Fame, when him we serues away.
Caesar and Anthony, haue euer wonne More in their officer, then person. Sossius One of my place in Syria, his Lieutenant, For quicke acc.u.mulation of renowne, Which he atchiu"d by"th" minute, lost his fauour.
Who does i"th" Warres more then his Captaine can, Becomes his Captaines Captaine: and Ambition (The Souldiers vertue) rather makes choise of losse Then gaine, which darkens him.
I could do more to do Anthonius good, But "twould offend him. And in his offence, Should my performance perish
Rom. Thou hast Ventidius that, without the which a Souldier and his Sword graunts scarce distinction: thou wilt write to Anthony
Ven. Ile humbly signifie what in his name, That magicall word of Warre we haue effected, How with his Banners, and his well paid ranks, The nere-yet beaten Horse of Parthia, We haue iaded out o"th" Field
Rom. Where is he now?
Ven. He purposeth to Athens, whither with what hast The waight we must conuay with"s, will permit: We shall appeare before him. On there, pa.s.se along.
Exeunt.
Enter Agrippa at one doore, En.o.barbus at another.
Agri. What are the Brothers parted?
Eno. They haue dispatcht with Pompey, he is gone, The other three are Sealing. Octauia weepes To part from Rome: Caesar is sad, and Lepidus Since Pompey"s feast, as Menas saies, is troubled With the Greene-Sicknesse
Agri. "Tis a n.o.ble Lepidus
Eno. A very fine one: oh, how he loues Caesar
Agri. Nay but how deerely he adores Mark Anthony
Eno. Caesar? why he"s the Iupiter of men
Ant. What"s Anthony, the G.o.d of Iupiter?
Eno. Spake you of Caesar? How, the non-pareill?
Agri. Oh Anthony, oh thou Arabian Bird!
Eno. Would you praise Caesar, say Caesar go no further
Agr. Indeed he plied them both with excellent praises
Eno. But he loues Caesar best, yet he loues Anthony: Hoo, Hearts, Tongues, Figure, Scribes, Bards, Poets, cannot Thinke speake, cast, write, sing, number: hoo, His loue to Anthony. But as for Caesar, Kneele downe, kneele downe, and wonder
Agri. Both he loues
Eno. They are his Shards, and he their Beetle, so: This is to horse: Adieu, n.o.ble Agrippa
Agri. Good Fortune worthy Souldier, and farewell.
Enter Caesar, Anthony, Lepidus, and Octauia.
Antho. No further Sir
Caesar. You take from me a great part of my selfe: Vse me well in"t. Sister, proue such a wife As my thoughts make thee, and as my farthest Band Shall pa.s.se on thy approofe: most n.o.ble Anthony, Let not the peece of Vertue which is set Betwixt vs, as the Cyment of our loue To keepe it builded, be the Ramme to batter The Fortresse of it: for better might we Haue lou"d without this meane, if on both parts This be not cherisht
Ant. Make me not offended, in your distrust
Caesar. I haue said
Ant. You shall not finde, Though you be therein curious, the lest cause For what you seeme to feare, so the G.o.ds keepe you, And make the hearts of Romaines serue your ends: We will heere part
Caesar. Farewell my deerest Sister, fare thee well, The Elements be kind to thee, and make Thy spirits all of comfort: fare thee well
Octa. My n.o.ble Brother
Anth. The Aprill"s in her eyes, it is Loues spring, And these the showers to bring it on: be cheerfull
Octa. Sir, looke well to my Husbands house: and- Caesar. What Octauia?
Octa. Ile tell you in your eare
Ant. Her tongue will not obey her heart, nor can Her heart informe her tongue.
The Swannes downe feather That stands vpon the Swell at the full of Tide: And neither way inclines
Eno. Will Caesar weepe?
Agr. He ha"s a cloud in"s face
Eno. He were the worse for that were he a Horse, so is he being a man
Agri. Why En.o.barbus: When Anthony found Iulius Caesar dead, He cried almost to roaring: And he wept, When at Phillippi he found Brutus slaine
Eno. That year indeed, he was trobled with a rheume, What willingly he did confound, he wail"d, Beleeu"t till I weepe too
Caesar. No sweet Octauia, You shall heare from me still: the time shall not Out-go my thinking on you
Ant. Come Sir, come, Ile wrastle with you in my strength of loue, Looke heere I haue you, thus I let you go, And giue you to the G.o.ds
Caesar. Adieu, be happy
Lep. Let all the number of the Starres giue light To thy faire way
Caesar. Farewell, farewell.
Kisses Octauia.
Ant. Farewell.
Trumpets sound. Exeunt.
Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras, and Alexas.
Cleo. Where is the Fellow?
Alex. Halfe afeard to come
Cleo. Go too, go too: Come hither Sir.