Antony and Cleopatra

No Fear Act 3 Scene 4

No Fear Act 3 Scene 4 Page 2

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OCTAVIA Thanks to my lord. The Jove of power make me most weak, most weak, 30Your reconciler! Wars ’twixt you twain would be As if the world should cleave, and that slain men Should solder up the rift.	OCTAVIA Thank you, my lord. May the god of power make me, the weakest of the weak, your mediator. A war between you two would split the very world, and the bodies of your slaughtered soldiers would have to fill the chasm between.
ANTONY When it appears to you where this begins, Turn your displeasure that way, for our faults 35Can never be so equal that your love Can equally move with them. Provide your going; Choose your own company and command what cost Your heart has mind to.	ANTONY When you find out who started this disagreement, turn your anger upon them. Our faults can’t be so alike that you would judge us similarly. Order supplies for your trip and choose your traveling companions. Spend as much as you like.
Exeunt	They exit.