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Oct. I'll tell you in your ear.

Ant. Her tongue will not obey her heart, nor can

Her heart obey her tongue; the swan's down-feather,

That stands upon the swell at full of tide,

And neither way inclines.

Eno. [Aside to Agrippa.] Will Cæsar weep?

Agr. He has a cloud in's face.

Eno. He were the worse for that were he a horse;

So is he, being a man.

Agr. Why, Enobarbus,

When Antony found Julius Cæsar dead

He cried almost to roaring; and he wept

When at Philippi he found Brutus slain.

Eno. That year, indeed, he was troubled with a rheum;

What willingly he did confound he wail'd;

Believe 't, till I weep too.

Cæs. No, sweet Octavia,

You shall hear from me still; the time shall not

Out-go my thinking on you.

Ant. Come, sir, come;

I'll wrestle with you in my strength of love:

Look, here I have you; thus I let you go,

And give you to the gods.

Cæs. Adieu; be happy!

Lep. Let all the number of the stars give light

To thy fair way!

Cæs. Farewell, farewell!

Kisses Octavia.

Ant. Farewell!

Trumpets sound. Exeunt.

 51, 52 He has a cloud in's face horse; cf. n.

57 rheum: cold

58 confound: destroy 