Enter ANTONY
ANTONY. Octavia, I was looking you, my love:
What, are your letters ready? I have given
My last instructions.
OCTAVIA. Mine, my lord, are written.
ANTONY. Ventidius.
[Drawing him aside.]
VENTIDIUS. My lord?
ANTONY. A word in private.—
When saw you Dolabella?
VENTIDIUS. Now, my lord,
He parted hence; and Cleopatra with him.
ANTONY. Speak softly.—'Twas by my command he went,
To bear my last farewell.
VENTIDIUS. It looked indeed
[Aloud.]
Like your farewell.
ANTONY. More softly.—My farewell?
What secret meaning have you in those words
Of—My farewell? He did it by my order.