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Act II. Scene III.

Scene III.—The Swine. A Room in CÆSAR'S
House.

Enter CÆSAR, ANTONY, OCTAVIA
between them; Attendants.

Ant. The world and my great office will some-
times
Divide me from your bosom.
Oct. All which time
Before the gods my knee shall bow my prayers
To them for you.
Ant. Good night, sir. My Octavia,
Read not my blemishes in the world's report;
I have not kept my square, but that to come
Shall all be done by the rule. Good night, dear
lady.
Oct. Good night, sir.
Cæs. Good night.
[Exeunt CÆSAR and OCTAVIA.

Enter Soothsayer.
Ant. Now, sirrah; you do wish yourself in
Egypt?
Sooth. Would I had never come from thence,
nor you
Thither!
Ant. If you can, your reason?
Sooth. I see it in
My motion, have it not in my tongue: but yet
Hie you to Egypt again.
Ant. Say to me,
Whose fortunes shall rise higher, Cæsar's or
mine?
Sooth. Cæsar's.
Therefore, O Antony! stay not by his side;
Thy demon—that's thy spirit which keeps thee,
—is
Noble, courageous, high, unmatchable,
Where Cæsar's is not; but near him thy angel
Becomes a fear, as being o'erpowered; therefore
Make space enough between you.
Ant. Speak this no more.
Sooth. To none but thee; no more but when
to thee.
If thou dost play with him at any game
Thou art sure to lose, and, of that natural luck,
He beats thee 'gainst the odds; thy lustre
thickens
When he shines by. I say again, thy spirit
Is all afraid to govern thee near him,
But he away, 'tis noble.
Ant. Get thee gone:
Say to Ventidius I would speak with him.
[Exit Soothsayer.
He shall to Parthia. Be it art or hap
He hath spoken true; the very dice obey him.
And in our sports my better cunning faints
Under his chance; if we draw lots he speeds,
His cocks do win the battle still of mine
When it is all to nought, and his quails ever
Beat mine, inhoop'd, at odds. I will to Egypt;
And though I make this marriage for my peace,
I' the east my pleasure lies.

Enter VENTIDIUS.
O! come, Ventidius,
You must to Parthia; your commission's ready;
Follow me, and receive't. [Exeunt.
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