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eyes attend those wars

          Which fronted mine own peace. As for my wife,

          I would you had her spirit in such another!

          The third o' th' world is yours, which with a snaffle

          You may pace easy, but not such a wife.

        ENOBARBUS. Would we had all such wives, that the men might go

      to

          wars with the women!

        ANTONY. So much uncurbable, her garboils, Caesar,

          Made out of her impatience- which not wanted

          Shrewdness of policy too- I grieving grant

          Did you too much disquiet. For that you must

          But say I could not help it.

        CAESAR. I wrote to you

          When rioting in Alexandria; you

          Did pocket up my letters, and with taunts

          Did gibe my missive out of audience.

        ANTONY. Sir,

          He fell upon me ere admitted. Then

          Three kings I had newly feasted, and did want

          Of what I was i' th' morning; but next day

          I told him of myself, which was as much

          As to have ask'd him pardon. Let this fellow

          Be nothing of our strife; if we contend,

          Out of our question wipe him.

        CAESAR. You have broken

          The article of your oath, which you shall never

          Have tongue to charge me with.

        LEPIDUS. Soft, Caesar!

        ANTONY. No;

          Lepidus, let him speak.

          The honour is sacred which he talks on now,

          Supposing that I lack'd it. But on, Caesar:

          The article of my oath-

        CAESAR. To lend me arms and aid when I requir'd them,

          The which you both denied.

        ANTONY. Neglected, rather;

          And then when poisoned hours had bound me up

          From mine own knowledge. As nearly as I may,

          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;

          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.

        MAECENAS. If it might please you to enforce no further

          The griefs between ye- to forget them quite

          Were to remember that the present need

          Speaks to atone you.

        LEPIDUS. Worthily spoken, Maecenas.

        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 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!

        CAESAR. I do not much dislike the matter, but

          The manner of his speech; for't cannot be

          We shall remain in friendship, our conditions

          So diff'ring in their acts. Yet if I knew

          What hoop should hold us stanch, from edge to edge

          O' th' world, I would pursue it.

        AGRIPPA. Give me leave, Caesar.

        CAESAR. Speak, Agrippa.

        AGRIPPA. Thou hast a sister by the mother's side,

          Admir'd Octavia. Great Mark Antony

          Is now a widower.

        CAESAR. Say not so, Agrippa.

          If Cleopatra heard you, your reproof

          Were well deserv'd of rashness.

        ANTONY. I am not married, Caesar. Let me hear

          Agrippa further speak.

        AGRIPPA. To hold you in perpetual amity,

          To make you brothers, and to knit your hearts

          With an unslipping knot, take Antony

          Octavia to his wife; whose beauty claims

          No worse a husband than the best of men;

          Whose virtue and whose general graces speak

          That which none else can utter. By this marriage

          All little jealousies, which now seem great,

          And all great fears, which now import their dangers,

          Would then be nothing. Truths would be tales,

          Where now half tales be truths. Her love to both

          Would each to other, and all loves to both,

          Draw after her. Pardon what I have spoke;

          For 'tis a studied, not a present thought,

          By duty ruminated.

        ANTONY. Will Caesar speak?

        CAESAR. Not till he hears how Antony is touch'd

          With what is spoke already.

        ANTONY. What power is in Agrippa,

          If I would say 'Agrippa, be it so,'

          To make this good?

        CAESAR. The power of Caesar, and

          His power unto Octavia.

        ANTONY. May I never

          To this good purpose, that so fairly shows,

          Dream of impediment! Let me have thy hand.

          Further this act of grace; and from this hour

          The heart of brothers govern in our loves

          And sway our great designs!

        CAESAR. There is my hand.

          A sister I bequeath you, whom no brother

          Did ever love so dearly. Let her live

          To join our kingdoms and our hearts; and never

          Fly