ENOBARBUS.
Not if the small come first.
LEPIDUS.
Your speech is passion;
But pray you stir no embers up. Here comes
The noble Antony.
Enter Antony and Ventidius.
ENOBARBUS.
And yonder Caesar.
Enter Caesar, Maecenas and Agrippa.
ANTONY.
If we compose well here, to Parthia.
Hark, Ventidius.
CAESAR.
I do not know, Maecenas. Ask Agrippa.
LEPIDUS.
Noble friends,
That which combined us was most great, and let not
A leaner action rend us. What’s amiss,
May it be gently heard. When we debate
Our trivial difference loud, we do commit
Murder in healing wounds. Then, noble partners,
The rather for I earnestly beseech,
Touch you the sourest points with sweetest terms,
Nor curstness grow to th’ matter.
ANTONY.
’Tis spoken well.
Were we before our armies, and to fight,
I should do thus.
CAESAR.
Welcome to Rome.