Be it as our gods will have it! It only stands [Exeunt. SCENE II. Rome. A Room in the Houfe of Lepidus. Enter ENOBARBUS and LEPIDUS. Lep. Good Enobarbus, 'tis a worthy deed, Eno. I fhall entreat him To answer like himself: if Cæfar move him, Let Antony look over Cæfar's head, And speak as loud as Mars. By Jupiter, I would not shav't to-day. Lep. Eno. For private ftomaching, '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. Lep. Your fpeech is paffion : But, pray you, ftir no embers up. Here comes Enter CESAR, MECENAS, and AGRIPPA. Ant. If we compose well here, to Parthia: Hark you, Ventidius. Caf. Mecænas; I do not know, ask Agrippa. Lep. 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, Touch you the foureft points with sweetest terms, Ant. 'Tis spoken well; Were we before our armies, and to fight, Ant. I learn, you take things ill, which are not fo; Or, being, concern you not. Caf. I must be laugh'd at, If, or for nothing, or a little, I Should fay myself offended; and with you Chiefly i' the world: more laugh'd at, that I should Once name you derogately, when to found your name Ant. Ant. What was't to you? My being in Egypt, Cæfar, Caf. No more than my refiding here at Rome Might be to you in Egypt: Yet, if you there Did practife 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 bufinefs; my brother never Did urge me in his act : I did enquire it ; And have my learning from fome true reports, That drew their fwords with you. Did he not rather And make the wars alike against my stomach, Having alike your caufe? Of this, my letters Before did fatisfy you. If you'll patch a quarrel, Caf. You praise yourself By laying defects of judgement to me; but You patch'd up your excufes. Ant. Not fo, not fo: I know you could not lack, I am certain on't, Your partner in the cause 'gainst which he fought, Which 'fronted mine own peace. As for my wife, I would you had her fpirit in fuch another: Eno. |