| [Enter MARK ANTONY, OCTAVIUS CAESAR, OCTAVIA between them, and Attendants] |
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| MARK ANTONY | The world and my great office will sometimes Divide me from your bosom. |
| OCTAVIA | All which time Before the gods my knee shall bow my prayers To them for you. |
| MARK ANTONY | Good night, sir. My Octavia, Read not my blemishes in the world's report: I have not kept my square; but that to come Shall all be done by the rule. Good night, dear lady. Good night, sir. |
| OCTAVIUS CAESAR | Good night. |
| [Exeunt OCTAVIUS CAESAR and OCTAVIA] | |
| [Enter Soothsayer] | |
| MARK ANTONY | Now, sirrah; you do wish yourself in Egypt? |
| Soothsayer | Would I had never come from thence, nor you Thither! |
| MARK ANTONY | If you can, your reason? |
| Soothsayer | I see it in My motion, have it not in my tongue: but yet Hie you to Egypt again. |
| MARK ANTONY | Say to me, Whose fortunes shall rise higher, Caesar's or mine? |
| Soothsayer | Caesar's. Therefore, O Antony, stay not by his side: Thy demon, that's thy spirit which keeps thee, is Noble, courageous high, unmatchable, Where Caesar's is not; but, near him, thy angel Becomes a fear, as being o'erpower'd: therefore Make space enough between you. |
| MARK ANTONY | Speak this no more. |
| Soothsayer | To none but thee; no more, but when to thee. If thou dost play with him at any game, Thou art sure to lose; and, of that natural luck, He beats thee 'gainst the odds: thy lustre thickens, When he shines by: I say again, thy spirit Is all afraid to govern thee near him; But, he away, 'tis noble. |
| MARK ANTONY | Get thee gone: Say to Ventidius I would speak with him: |
| [Exit Soothsayer] | |
| He shall to Parthia. Be it art or hap, He hath spoken true: the very dice obey him; And in our sports my better cunning faints Under his chance: if we draw lots, he speeds; His cocks do win the battle still of mine, When it is all to nought; and his quails ever Beat mine, inhoop'd, at odds. I will to Egypt: And though I make this marriage for my peace, I' the east my pleasure lies. |
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| [Enter VENTIDIUS] | |
| O, come, Ventidius, You must to Parthia: your commission's ready; Follow me, and receive't. |
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| [Exeunt] |