Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale
Her infinite variety; other women cloy 244
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. 248
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 252
Whilst you abide here.
Eno. Humbly, sir, I thank you.
Scene Three
[A Room in Cæsar's House]
Enter Antony, Cæsar, Octavia between them [with Attendants].
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, 4
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. 8
Cæs. Good night.
247 Become themselves: are becoming
248 riggish: wanton
6 square: due proportion or bounds (in action)
