Rome. A Room in Caesar's House.
 Enter ANTONY and CAESAR, OCTAVIA between them.

Antony	The world and my great office will sometimes
	Divide me from your bosom.

Octavia									All which time
	Before the gods my knee shall bow my prayers
	To them for you.

Antony						Good night, sir. My Octavia,
	Read not my blemishes in the world's report;
	I have not kept my square, but that to come
	Shall all be done by th' rule. Good night, dear lady.

Octavia	Good night, sir.

Caesar	Good night.
									 [Exeunt CAESAR and OCTAVIA.

                            Enter SOOTHSAYER.

Antony	Now, sirrah; you do wish yourself in Egypt?

Soothsayer	Would I had never come from thence, nor you thither!

Antony	If you can, your reason?

Soothsayer	I see it in my motion, have it not in my tongue; but yet 
	hie you to Egypt again.

Antony	Say to me whose fortunes shall rise higher,
	Caesar's or mine?

Soothsayer	Caesar's.
	Therefore, O Antony, stay not by his side.
	Thy daemon, that thy spirit which keeps thee, is
	Noble, courageous, high, unmatchable,
	Where Caesar's is not; but near him thy angel
	Becomes afeard, as being o'erpowered; therefore
	Make space enough between you.

Antony										Speak this no more.

Soothsayer	To none but thee; no more but when to thee.
	If thou dost play with him at any game,
	Thou art sure to lose; and of that natural luck
	He beats thee 'gainst the odds. Thy lustre thickens
	When he shines by. I say again, thy spirit
	Is all afraid to govern thee near him;
	But, he away, 'tis noble.

Antony								Get thee gone.
	Say to Ventidius I would speak with him.
													[Exit SOOTHSAYER.
	He shall to Parthia. Be it art or hap,
	He hath spoken true. The very dice obey him,
	And in our sports my better cunning faints
	Under his chance. If we draw lots, he speeds;
	His cocks do win the battle still of mine
	When it is all to nought, and his quails ever
	Beat mine, inhooped, at odds. I will to Egypt;
	And though I make this marriage for my peace,
	I'th' east my pleasure lies.

                             Enter VENTIDIUS.

										O, come, Ventidius;
	You must to Parthia. Your commission's ready;
	Follow me, and receive't.
													[Exeunt.

