ENOBARBUS.
[Aside to Agrippa.] He were the worse for that were he a horse;
So is he, being a man.
AGRIPPA.
[Aside to Enobarbus.] Why, Enobarbus,
When Antony found Julius Caesar dead,
He cried almost to roaring, and he wept
When at Philippi he found Brutus slain.
ENOBARBUS.
[Aside to Agrippa.] That year, indeed, he was troubled with a rheum;
What willingly he did confound he wailed,
Believe ’t, till I weep too.
CAESAR.
No, sweet Octavia,
You shall hear from me still. The time shall not
Outgo my thinking on you.
ANTONY.
Come, sir, come,
I’ll wrestle with you in my strength of love.
Look, here I have you, thus I let you go,
And give you to the gods.
CAESAR.
Adieu, be happy!
LEPIDUS.
Let all the number of the stars give light
To thy fair way!
CAESAR.
Farewell, farewell!
[Kisses Octavia.]
ANTONY.
Farewell!