MAECENAS. He’ll never yield to that. 

 CAESAR. Nor must not then be yielded to in this. 

 Enter Octavia with her train. 

Octavia

 OCTAVIA. Hail, Caesar, and my lord! Hail, most dear Caesar! 

 CAESAR. That ever I should call thee castaway! 

 OCTAVIA. You have not called me so, nor have you cause. 

 CAESAR. Why have you stolen upon us thus? You come not Like Caesar’s sister. The wife of Antony Should have an army for an usher, and The neighs of horse to tell of her approach Long ere she did appear. The trees by th’ way Should have borne men, and expectation fainted, Longing for what it had not. Nay, the dust Should have ascended to the roof of heaven, Raised by your populous troops. But you are come A market-maid to Rome, and have prevented The ostentation of our love, which, left unshown, Is often left unloved. We should have met you By sea and land, supplying every stage With an augmented greeting. 

 OCTAVIA. Good my lord, To come thus was I not constrained, but did it On my free will. My lord, Mark Antony, Hearing that you prepared for war, acquainted My grieved ear withal, whereon I begged His pardon for return. 

 CAESAR. Which soon he granted, Being an abstract ’tween his lust and him. 

 OCTAVIA. Do not say so, my lord. 

 CAESAR. I have eyes upon him, And his affairs come to me on the wind. Where is he now? 

 OCTAVIA. My lord, in Athens. 

 CAESAR. No, my most wronged sister. Cleopatra Hath nodded him to her. He hath given his empire Up to a whore, who now are levying The kings o’ th’ earth for war. He hath assembled Bocchus, the king of Libya; Archelaus Of Cappadocia; Philadelphos, king Of Paphlagonia; the Thracian king, Adallas; King Manchus of Arabia; King of Pont; Herod of Jewry; Mithridates, king Of Comagene; Polemon and Amyntas, The kings of Mede and Lycaonia, With a more larger list of sceptres. 

 OCTAVIA. Ay me, 

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