AGRIPPA.
’Tis a noble Lepidus.
ENOBARBUS.
A very fine one. O, how he loves Caesar!
AGRIPPA.
Nay, but how dearly he adores Mark Antony!
ENOBARBUS.
Caesar? Why he’s the Jupiter of men.
AGRIPPA.
What’s Antony? The god of Jupiter.
ENOBARBUS.
Spake you of Caesar? How, the nonpareil!
AGRIPPA.
O, Antony! O thou Arabian bird!
ENOBARBUS.
Would you praise Caesar, say “Caesar”. Go no further.
AGRIPPA.
Indeed, he plied them both with excellent praises.
ENOBARBUS.
But he loves Caesar best, yet he loves Antony.
Hoo! Hearts, tongues, figures, scribes, bards, poets, cannot
Think, speak, cast, write, sing, number—hoo!—
His love to Antony. But as for Caesar,
Kneel down, kneel down, and wonder.