ANTONY.
The world and my great office will sometimes
Divide me from your bosom.
OCTAVIA.
All which time
Before the gods my knee shall bow my prayers
To them for you.
ANTONY.
Good night, sir.—My Octavia,
Read not my blemishes in the world’s report.
I have not kept my square, but that to come
Shall all be done by th’ rule. Good night, dear lady.
OCTAVIA.
Good night, sir.
CAESAR.
Good night.
[Exeunt Caesar and Octavia.]
Enter Soothsayer.
ANTONY.
Now, sirrah, you do wish yourself in Egypt?
SOOTHSAYER.
Would I had never come from thence, nor you thither!
ANTONY.
If you can, your reason.