CAESAR. What, Octavia? 

 OCTAVIA. I’ll tell you in your ear. 

 ANTONY. Her tongue will not obey her heart, nor can Her heart inform her tongue—the swan’s-down feather, That stands upon the swell at the full of tide, And neither way inclines. 

 ENOBARBUS. [Aside to Agrippa.] Will Caesar weep? 

 AGRIPPA. [Aside to Enobarbus.] He has a cloud in ’s face. 

 ENOBARBUS. [Aside to Agrippa.] He were the worse for that were he a horse; So is he, being a man. 

 AGRIPPA. [Aside to Enobarbus.] Why, Enobarbus, When Antony found Julius Caesar dead, He cried almost to roaring, and he wept When at Philippi he found Brutus slain. 

 ENOBARBUS. [Aside to Agrippa.] That year, indeed, he was troubled with a rheum; What willingly he did confound he wailed, Believe ’t, till I weep too. 

 CAESAR. No, sweet Octavia, You shall hear from me still. The time shall not Outgo my thinking on you. 

 ANTONY. Come, sir, come, I’ll wrestle with you in my strength of love. Look, here I have you, thus I let you go, And give you to the gods. 

 CAESAR. Adieu, be happy! 

 LEPIDUS. Let all the number of the stars give light To thy fair way! 

 CAESAR. Farewell, farewell! 

 [Kisses Octavia.] 

Octavia

 ANTONY. Farewell! 

 [Trumpets sound. Exeunt.] 

 SCENE III. Alexandria. A Room in the Palace.

 Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras and Alexas. 

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