Caesar. I haue said
Ant. You shall not finde,
Though you be therein curious, the lest cause
For what you seeme to feare, so the Gods keepe you,
And make the hearts of Romaines serue your ends:
We will heere part
Caesar. Farewell my deerest Sister, fare thee well,
The Elements be kind to thee, and make
Thy spirits all of comfort: fare thee well
Octa. My Noble Brother
Anth. The Aprill's in her eyes, it is Loues spring,
And these the showers to bring it on: be cheerfull
Octa. Sir, looke well to my Husbands house: and-
Caesar. What Octauia?
Octa. Ile tell you in your eare
Ant. Her tongue will not obey her heart, nor can
Her heart informe her tongue.
The Swannes downe feather
That stands vpon the Swell at the full of Tide:
And neither way inclines
Eno. Will Caesar weepe?
Agr. He ha's a cloud in's face
Eno. He were the worse for that were he a Horse, so is
he being a man
Agri. Why Enobarbus:
When Anthony found Iulius Caesar dead,
He cried almost to roaring: And he wept,
When at Phillippi he found Brutus slaine