Good Enobarbus, make yourself my guest Whilst you abide here. Humbly, sir, I thank you. The world and my great office will sometimes Divide me from your bosom. All which time Before the gods my knee shall bow my prayers To them for you. 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. Good night. Now, sirrah; you do wish yourself in Egypt? Would I had never come from thence, nor you Thither! If you can, your reason? I see it in My motion, have it not in my tongue: but yet Hie you to Egypt again. Say to me, Whose fortunes shall rise higher, Caesar's or mine? 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. Speak this no more. 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. Get thee gone: Say to Ventidius I would speak with him: 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. O, come, Ventidius, You must to Parthia: your commission's ready; Follow me, and receive't. Trouble yourselves no further: pray you, hasten Your generals after. Sir, Mark Antony Will e'en but kiss Octavia, and we'll follow. Till I shall see you in your soldier's dress, Which will become you both, farewell. We shall, As I conceive the journey, be at the Mount Before you, Lepidus. Your way is shorter; My purposes do draw me much about: You'll win two days upon me. Sir,