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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.

Mæc. If beauty, wisdom, modesty, can settle

The heart of Antony, Octavia is

A blessed lottery to him.

Agr. Let us go.

Good Enobarbus, make yourself my guest

Whilst you abide here.

Eno. Humbly, sir, I thank you.

Exeunt.

Ant. The world and my great office will sometimes

Divide me from your bosom.

Oct. All which time

Before the gods my knee shall bow my prayers

To them for you.

Ant. 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 the rule. Good night, dear lady.

Oct. Good night, sir.

Cæs. Good night.

Exeunt [Cæsar and Octavia].

 247 Become themselves: are becoming

248 riggish: wanton  6 square: due proportion or bounds (in action)

