DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS I saw her once
Hop forty paces through the public street;
And having lost her breath, she spoke, and panted,
That she did make defect perfection,
And, breathless, power breathe forth.
MECAENAS Now Antony must leave her utterly.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS Never; he will not:
Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale
Her infinite variety: other women cloy
The appetites they feed: but she makes hungry
Where most she satisfies; for vilest things
Become themselves in her: that the holy priests
Bless her when she is riggish.
MECAENAS If beauty, wisdom, modesty, can settle
The heart of Antony, Octavia is
A blessed lottery to him.
AGRIPPA Let us go.
Good Enobarbus, make yourself my guest
Whilst you abide here.
DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS Humbly, sir, I thank you.
[Exeunt]
ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA
ACT II
SCENE III The same. OCTAVIUS CAESAR's house.
[Enter MARK ANTONY, OCTAVIUS CAESAR, OCTAVIA between
them, and Attendants]
MARK ANTONY The world and my great office will sometimes
Divide me from your bosom.
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