Antony and Cleopatra

by: William Shakespeare

Act 3 Scene 2

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Enter AGRIPPA at one door, ENOBARBUS at another
AGRIPPA enters through one door and ENOBARBUS enters through another.

AGRIPPA

What, are the brothers parted?

AGRIPPA

Did the brothers-in-law leave?

ENOBARBUS

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 troubled
With the greensickness.

ENOBARBUS

They finished their business with Pompey, and Pompey has left. Now the three triumvirs are putting their official seals on the treaty. Octavia weeps at the thought of leaving Rome. Caesar is in a sober mood. And Menas reports that Lepidus has been hungover since Pompey’s party.

AGRIPPA

                                               ’Tis a noble Lepidus.

AGRIPPA

ENOBARBUS

A very fine one. Oh, how he loves Caesar!

ENOBARBUS

He’s a stylish man. And how he loves Caesar!

AGRIPPA

Nay, but how dearly he adores Mark Antony!

AGRIPPA

Yes, but how he adores Mark Antony!

ENOBARBUS

Caesar? Why, he’s the Jupiter of men.

ENOBARBUS

AGRIPPA

10What’s Antony? The god of Jupiter.

AGRIPPA

Then what’s Antony? A god of a god?

ENOBARBUS

Spake you of Caesar? How, the nonpareil!

ENOBARBUS

Are you talking about Caesar? He’s without equal!

AGRIPPA

O Antony, O thou Arabian bird!

AGRIPPA

ENOBARBUS

Would you praise Caesar, say “Caesar.” Go no further.

ENOBARBUS

If you want to praise Caesar, just say his name—that’s all the praise that’s necessary.

AGRIPPA

Indeed, he plied them both with excellent praises.

AGRIPPA

He certainly flattered them both with extravagant compliments.

ENOBARBUS

15But he loves Caesar best; yet he loves Antony.
Hoo! Hearts, tongues, figures, scribes, bards, poets, cannot
Think, speak, cast, write, sing, number—hoo!—
His love to Antony. But as for Caesar,
Kneel down, kneel down, and wonder.

ENOBARBUS

He loves Caesar best, but he also loves Antony. Oh! No one can describe or fathom Lepidus’ love for Antony! Hearts cannot think it, tongues cannot speak it, meas-urements cannot calculate it, scribes cannot write it, bards cannot sing it, and poets cannot make verses about it. But when it comes to Caesar, Lepidus’ love approaches the awestruck wonder of a worshipper.

AGRIPPA

                                                                          Both he loves.

AGRIPPA

He loves them both.

ENOBARBUS

ENOBARBUS

They are his dung, and he their beetle.