Oct. ⁠I'll tell you in your ear.

Ant. Her tongue will not obey her heart, nor can
Her heart obey her tongue; the swan's down-feather,⁠48
That stands upon the swell at full of tide,
And neither way inclines.

Eno. [Aside to Agrippa.] Will Cæsar weep?

Agr. ⁠He has a cloud in's face.

Eno. He were the worse for that were he a horse;⁠52
So is he, being a man.

Agr. ⁠Why, Enobarbus,
When Antony found Julius Caesar dead
He cried almost to roaring; and he wept
When at Philippi he found Brutus slain.⁠56

Eno. That year, indeed, he was troubled with a rheum;
What willingly he did confound he wail'd;
Believe 't, till I weep too.
Cæs. ⁠No, sweet Octavia,
You shall hear from me still; the time shall not⁠60
Out-go my thinking on you.

Ant. ⁠Come, sir, come;
I'll wrestle with you in my strength of love:
Look, here I have you; thus I let you go,
And give you to the gods.

Cæs. ⁠Adieu; be happy!⁠64

Lep. Let all the number of the stars give light
To thy fair way!

Cæs. ⁠Farewell, farewell!

Ant. ⁠Farewell!