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AGRIPPA
What, are the brothers parted?
ENOBARBUS
They have despatch’d with Pompey, he is gone,
The other three are sealing. Octavia weeps
To part from Rome; Cæsar is sad, and Lepidus,
Since Pompey’s feast, as Menas says, is troubled [5]
With the green-sickness.
AGRIPPA
’Tis a noble Lepidus.
ENOBARBUS
A very fine one: O, how he loves Cæsar!
AGRIPPA
Nay, but how dearly he adores Mark Antony!
ENOBARBUS
Cæsar! Why he’s the Jupiter of men.
AGRIPPA
What’s Antony? The god of Jupiter. [10]
ENOBARBUS
Spake you of Cæsar? How, the nonpareil?
AGRIPPA
O Antony, O thou Arabian bird!
ENOBARBUS
Would you praise Cæsar, say ‘Cæsar’, go no further.
AGRIPPA
Indeed he plied them both with excellent praises.
