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ENOBARBUS

But he loves Cæsar best, yet he loves Antony: [15]
Hoo! hearts, tongues, figures, scribes, bards, poets, cannot
Think, speak, cast, write, sing, number, hoo,

His love to Antony. But as for Cæsar,
Kneel down, kneel down, and wonder.

AGRIPPA
Both he loves.

ENOBARBUS
They are his shards, and he their beetle, so: [20]
(Trumpet within.)
This is to horse. Adieu, noble Agrippa.

AGRIPPA

Good fortune, worthy soldier, and farewell.

Enter Cæsar, Antony, Lepidus, and Octavia.

ANTONY
No further, sir.

CÆSAR
You take from me a great part of myself;
Use me well in ’t. Sister, prove such a wife [25]
As my thoughts make thee, and as my farthest band

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 [30]
The fortress of it; for better might we
Have lov’d without this mean, if on both parts
This be not cherish’d.

ANTONY
Make me not offended

In your distrust.