Page 2484 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

Of Comagene, Polemon and Amyntas,
The kings of Mede and Lycaonia, [75]
With a more larger list of sceptres.

OCTAVIA
Ay me most wretched,
That have my heart parted betwixt two friends,

That does afflict each other!

CÆSAR
Welcome hither:
Your letters did withhold our breaking forth
Till we perceiv’d both how you were wrong led, [80]

And we in negligent danger. Cheer your heart;
Be you not troubled with the time, which drives
O’er your content these strong necessities,
But let determin’d things to destiny

Hold unbewail’d their way. Welcome to Rome, [85]
Nothing more dear to me. You are abus’d
Beyond the mark of thought: and the high gods,
To do you justice, makes his ministers

Of us, and those that love you. Best of comfort,
And ever welcome to us.

AGRIPPA
Welcome, lady. [90]

MÆCENAS
Welcome, dear madam.
Each heart in Rome does love and pity you,

Only the adulterous Antony, most large
In his abominations, turns you off,
And gives his potent regiment to a trull, [95]
That noises it against us.

OCTAVIA

Is it so, sir?