shall have time to wrangle in when you have
nothing else to do.
Ant. Thou art a soldier only; speak no more. 112
Eno. That truth should be silent I had almost
forgot.
Ant. You wrong this presence; therefore speak no more.
Eno. Go to, then; your considerate stone. 116
Cæs. I do not much dislike the matter, but
The manner of his speech; for it cannot be
We shall remain in friendship, our conditions
So differing in their acts. Yet, if I knew 120
What hoop should hold us stanch, from edge to edge
O' the world I would pursue it.
Agr. Give me leave, Cæsar.
Cæs. Speak, Agrippa.
Agr. Thou hast a sister by the mother's side, 124
Admir'd Octavia; great Mark Antony
Is now a widower.
Cæs. Say not so, Agrippa:
If Cleopatra heard you, your reproof
Were well deserv'd of rashness. 128
Ant. I am not married, Cæsar; let me hear
Agrippa further speak.
Agr. To hold you in perpetual amity,
To make you brothers, and to knit your hearts 132
With an unslipping knot, take Antony
Octavia to his wife; whose beauty claims
No worse a husband than the best of men,
Whose virtue and whose general graces speak 136
That which none else can utter. By this marriage,
All little jealousies which now seem great,
116 your considerate stone; cf. n.
119 conditions: characters
121 stanch: firmly united
