Eno. They are his shards, and he their beetle. [Trumpets within.] So;⁠20
This is to horse. Adieu, noble Agrippa.

Agr. Good fortune, worthy soldier, and farewell.

Ant. No further, sir.

Cæs. You take from me a great part of myself;⁠24
Use me well in 't. Sister, prove such a wife
As my thoughts make thee, and as my furthest band
Shall pass on thy approof. Most noble Antony,
Let not the piece of virtue, which is set⁠28
Betwixt us as the cement of our love
To keep it builded, be the ram to batter
The fortress of it; for better might we
Have lov'd without this mean, if on both parts⁠32
This be not cherish'd.

Ant. ⁠Make me not offended
In your distrust.

Cæs. ⁠I have said.

Ant. ⁠You shall not find,
Though you be therein curious, the least cause
For what you seem to fear. So, the gods keep you,⁠36
And make the hearts of Romans serve your ends!
We will here part.

Cæs. Farewell, my dearest sister, fare thee well:
The elements be kind to thee, and make⁠40
Thy spirits all of comfort! fare thee well.

Oct. My noble brother!

Ant. The April's in her eyes; it is love's spring,
And these the showers to bring it on. Be cheerful.⁠44

Oct. Sir, look well to my husband's house; and—

Cæs. ⁠What,
Octavia?