Enter AGRIPPA at one door,
ENOBARBUS at another
What, are the brothers parted?
They have dispatched with Pompey; he is gone.
The other three are sealing. Octavia weeps
To part from Rome. Caesar is sad, and Lepidus,
5Since Pompey’s feast, as Menas says, is
With the greensickness.
’Tis a noble
A very fine one. Oh, how he loves Caesar!
Nay, but how dearly he adores Mark Antony!
Caesar? Why, he’s the Jupiter of men.
10What’s Antony? The god of Jupiter.
Spake you of Caesar? How, the nonpareil!
O Antony, O thou Arabian bird!
Would you praise Caesar, say “Caesar.” Go no further.
Indeed, he plied them both with excellent praises.
15But he loves Caesar best; yet he loves Antony.
Hoo! Hearts, tongues, figures, scribes, bards, poets,
Think, speak, cast, write, sing, number—hoo!—
His love to Antony. But as for Caesar,
Kneel down, kneel down, and wonder.