ENOBARBUS. But he loves Caesar best, yet he loves Antony. Hoo! Hearts, tongues, figures, scribes, bards, poets, cannot Think, speak, cast, write, sing, number—hoo!— His love to Antony. But as for Caesar, Kneel down, kneel down, and wonder. 

 AGRIPPA. Both he loves. 

 ENOBARBUS. They are his shards, and he their beetle. 

 [Trumpets within.] 

 So, This is to horse. Adieu, noble Agrippa. 

 AGRIPPA. Good fortune, worthy soldier, and farewell. 

 Enter Caesar, Antony, Lepidus and Octavia. 

Caesar, Antony, Lepidus

Octavia

 ANTONY. No further, sir. 

 CAESAR. You take from me a great part of myself. Use me well in’t. Sister, prove such a wife As my thoughts make thee, and as my farthest bond Shall pass on thy approof. Most noble Antony, Let not the piece of virtue which is set Betwixt us, as the cement of our love To keep it builded, be the ram to batter The fortress of it. For better might we Have loved without this mean, if on both parts This be not cherished. 

 ANTONY. Make me not offended In your distrust. 

 CAESAR. I have said. 

 ANTONY. You shall not find, Though you be therein curious, the least cause For what you seem to fear. So the gods keep you, And make the hearts of Romans serve your ends. We will here part. 

 CAESAR. Farewell, my dearest sister, fare thee well. The elements be kind to thee, and make Thy spirits all of comfort! Fare thee well. 

 OCTAVIA. My noble brother! 

 ANTONY. The April’s in her eyes. It is love’s spring, And these the showers to bring it on.—Be cheerful. 

 OCTAVIA. Sir, look well to my husband’s house, and— 

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