soldier and his sword Grants scarce distinction. Thou wilt write to Antony? 

 VENTIDIUS. I’ll humbly signify what in his name, That magical word of war, we have effected; How, with his banners, and his well-paid ranks, The ne’er-yet-beaten horse of Parthia We have jaded out o’ th’ field. 

 SILIUS. Where is he now? 

 VENTIDIUS. He purposeth to Athens, whither, with what haste The weight we must convey with ’s will permit, We shall appear before him.—On there, pass along! 

 [Exeunt.] 

 SCENE II. Rome. An Ante-chamber in Caesar’s house.

 Enter Agrippa at one door, Enobarbus at another. 

Agrippa

Enobarbus

 AGRIPPA. What, are the brothers parted? 

 ENOBARBUS. They have dispatched with Pompey; he is gone. 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 greensickness. 

 AGRIPPA. ’Tis a noble Lepidus. 

 ENOBARBUS. A very fine one. O, how he loves Caesar! 

 AGRIPPA. Nay, but how dearly he adores Mark Antony! 

 ENOBARBUS. Caesar? Why he’s the Jupiter of men. 

 AGRIPPA. What’s Antony? The god of Jupiter. 

 ENOBARBUS. Spake you of Caesar? How, the nonpareil! 

 AGRIPPA. O, Antony! O thou Arabian bird! 

 ENOBARBUS. Would you praise Caesar, say “Caesar”. Go no further. 

 AGRIPPA. Indeed, he plied them both with excellent praises. 

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