AGRIPPA.
Both he loves.
ENOBARBUS.
They are his shards, and he their beetle.
[Trumpets within.]
So,
This is to horse. Adieu, noble Agrippa.
AGRIPPA.
Good fortune, worthy soldier, and farewell.
Enter Caesar, Antony, Lepidus and Octavia.
ANTONY.
No further, sir.
CAESAR.
You take from me a great part of myself.
Use me well in’t. Sister, prove such a wife
As my thoughts make thee, and as my farthest bond
Shall pass on thy approof. Most noble Antony,
Let not the piece of virtue which is set
Betwixt us, as the cement of our love
To keep it builded, be the ram to batter
The fortress of it. For better might we
Have loved without this mean, if on both parts
This be not cherished.
ANTONY.
Make me not offended
In your distrust.
CAESAR.
I have said.