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I’ll play the penitent to you. But mine honesty
Shall not make poor my greatness, nor my power
Work without it. Truth is, that Fulvia,
To have me out of Egypt, made wars here, [95]

For which myself, the ignorant motive, do
So far ask pardon, as befits mine honour
To stoop in such a case.

LEPIDUS
’Tis noble spoken.

MÆCENAS
If it might please you, to enforce no further

The griefs between ye: to forget them quite [100]
Were to remember that the present need
Speaks to atone you.

LEPIDUS
Worthily spoken, Mæcenas.

ENOBARBUS
Or if you borrow one another’s love for the instant, you may, when you hear

no more words of Pompey, return it again: you shall have time to wrangle
[105] in, when you have nothing else to do.

ANTONY
Thou art a soldier only, speak no more.

ENOBARBUS
That truth should be silent, I had almost forgot.

ANTONY
You wrong this presence, therefore speak no more.

ENOBARBUS
Go to, then: your considerate stone. [110]