SOOTHSAYER.
I see it in my motion, have it not in my tongue.
But yet hie you to Egypt again.
ANTONY.
Say to me,
Whose fortunes shall rise higher, Caesar’s or mine?
SOOTHSAYER.
Caesar’s.
Therefore, O Antony, stay not by his side.
Thy dæmon—that thy spirit which keeps thee—is
Noble, courageous, high, unmatchable,
Where Caesar’s is not. But near him, thy angel
Becomes afeard, as being o’erpowered. Therefore
Make space enough between you.
ANTONY.
Speak this no more.
SOOTHSAYER.
To none but thee; no more but when to thee.
If thou dost play with him at any game,
Thou art sure to lose; and of that natural luck
He beats thee ’gainst the odds. Thy lustre thickens
When he shines by. I say again, thy spirit
Is all afraid to govern thee near him;
But, he away, ’tis noble.
ANTONY.
Get thee gone.
Say to Ventidius I would speak with him.
[Exit Soothsayer.]
He shall to Parthia. Be it art or hap,
He hath spoken true. The very dice obey him,
And in our sports my better cunning faints
Under his chance. If we draw lots, he speeds;
His cocks do win the battle still of mine
When it is all to naught, and his quails ever
Beat mine, inhooped, at odds. I will to Egypt:
And though I make this marriage for my peace,
I’ th’ East my pleasure lies.
Enter Ventidius.
O, come, Ventidius,
You must to Parthia. Your commission’s ready.
Follow me and receive ’t.