Be it as our gods will have it! It only stands [Exeunt. SCENE II. Rome. A Room in the House of Lepidus. Enter ENOBARBUS and LEPIDUS. Lep. Good Enobarbus, 'tis a worthy deed, To foft and gentle speech. Eno. I shall entreat him To answer like himself: if Cæfar move him, And speak as loud as Mars. By Jupiter, I would not shav't to-day. Lep. Eno. For private stomaching, 'Tis not a time Every time Serves for the matter that is then born in it. Lep. But small to greater matters must give way. Eno. Not if the small come first. Lep. Your speech is paffion : But, pray you, stir no embers up. Here comes Eno. Enter ANTONY and VENTIDIUS. And yonder, Cæfar. C 4 Enter Enter CÆSAR, MECENAS, and AGRIPPA. Ant. If we compose well here, to Parthia: Hark you, Ventidius. Caf. I do not know, Mecænas; ask Agrippa. Noble friends, That which combin'd us was most great, and let not May it be gently heard: When we debate Our trivial difference loud, we do commit Murder in healing wounds: Then, noble partners, (The rather, for I earnestly beseech,) Touch you the fourest points with sweetest terms, Nor curstness grow to the matter. Ant. 'Tis spoken well; Were we before our armies, and to fight, Caf. Welcome to Rome. Ant. I learn, you take things ill, which are not so; Or, being, concern you not. Caf. I must be laugh'd at, If, or for nothing, or a little, I Should say myself offended; and with you Chiefly i' the world: more laugh'd at, that I should Ant. 1 Ant. My being in Egypt, Cæfar, What was't to you? Caf. No more than my refiding here at Rome Might be to you in Egypt: Yet, if you there Did practise on my state, your being in Egypt Might be my question. Ant. How intend you, practis'd? Caf. You may be pleas'd to catch at mine intent, By what did here befal me. Your wife, and brother, Made wars upon me; and their contestation Was theme for you, you were the word of war. Ant. You do mistake your business; my brother never And make the wars alike against my stomach, It must not be with this. Caf. You praise yourself By laying defects of judgement to me; but You patch'd up your excuses. Ant. Not fo, not fo: I know you could not lack, I am certain on't, Very necessity of this thought, that I, Your partner in the cause 'gainst which he fought, Could not with graceful eyes attend those wars Which 'fronted mine own peace. As for my wife, I would you had her spirit in fuch another: The third o' the world is yours; which with a fnaffle You may pace easy, but not such a wife. Eno. |