Antony and Cleopatra, Act 3, Scene 2

What, are the brothers parted?

Well, have the brothers-in-law separated?

They have dispatched with Pompey; he is gone. The other three are sealing. Octavia weeps To part from Rome. Caesar is sad, and Lepidus, Since Pompey’s feast, as Menas says, is troubled With the greensickness.

They have finished their business with Pompey; he has gone. The other three are sealing the agreement. Octavia is weeping at leaving Rome. Caesar is serious, and Lepidus, ever since Pompey's banquet, as Menas says, has been sick with a pale, love-struck illness.

’Tis a noble Lepidus.

Lepidus is a noble man.

A very fine one. O, how he loves Caesar!

A very fine one. Oh, how he loves Caesar!

Nay, but how dearly he adores Mark Antony!

No, but how deeply he adores Mark Antony!

Caesar? Why he’s the Jupiter of men.

Caesar? Why, he's the Jupiter of mankind.

What’s Antony? The god of Jupiter.

And what is Antony? The god that Jupiter himself worships.

Spake you of Caesar? How, the nonpareil!

Were you speaking of Caesar? Oh, the man without equal!

O, Antony! O thou Arabian bird!

Oh, Antony! Oh, you phoenix of Arabia!

Would you praise Caesar, say “Caesar”. Go no further.

If you want to praise Caesar, just say "Caesar". Say nothing more.

Indeed, he plied them both with excellent praises.

Truly, he loaded them both with excellent praise.

But he loves Caesar best, yet he loves Antony. Hoo! Hearts, tongues, figures, scribes, bards, poets, cannot Think, speak, cast, write, sing, number—hoo!— His love to Antony. But as for Caesar, Kneel down, kneel down, and wonder.

But he loves Caesar best — and yet he loves Antony too. Ho! Hearts, tongues, calculations, clerks, singers, poets cannot think, speak, reckon, write, sing, or count — ho! — his love for Antony. But when it comes to Caesar, kneel down, kneel down, and marvel.

Both he loves.

He loves them both.

They are his shards, and he their beetle.

They are his wing cases, and he is the beetle between them.

So, This is to horse. Adieu, noble Agrippa.

There — that's the signal to mount up. Goodbye, noble Agrippa.

Good fortune, worthy soldier, and farewell.

Good luck, worthy soldier, and farewell.

No further, sir.

Come no further, sir.

You take from me a great part of myself. Use me well in’t. Sister, prove such a wife As my thoughts make thee, and as my farthest bond Shall pass on thy approof. Most noble Antony, Let not the piece of virtue which is set Betwixt us, as the cement of our love To keep it builded, be the ram to batter The fortress of it. For better might we Have loved without this mean, if on both parts This be not cherished.

You are taking away a great part of myself. Treat me well in her. Sister, prove yourself the kind of wife my thoughts expect you to be, one who will justify the largest guarantee I could give for you. Most noble Antony, do not let this model of virtue, who has been placed between us as the cement of our friendship to hold it built up, become the battering ram that knocks down the fortress of it. We might have loved each other better without this bond, if she is not cherished on both sides.

Make me not offended In your distrust.

Don't insult me by distrusting me.

I have said.

I have said what I had to say.

You shall not find, Though you be therein curious, the least cause For what you seem to fear. So the gods keep you, And make the hearts of Romans serve your ends. We will here part.

However carefully you search for it, you will not find the slightest reason for what you seem to fear. So may the gods protect you, and make the hearts of the Romans work to serve your purposes. We will part here.

Farewell, my dearest sister, fare thee well. The elements be kind to thee, and make Thy spirits all of comfort! Fare thee well.

Goodbye, my dearest sister, goodbye. May the weather be kind to you, and make your spirits nothing but comfortable! Goodbye.

My noble brother!

My noble brother!

The April’s in her eyes. It is love’s spring, And these the showers to bring it on.—Be cheerful.

April is in her eyes. It is love's springtime, and these tears are the showers that bring it on. — Be cheerful.

Sir, look well to my husband’s house, and—

Sir, take good care of my husband's house, and —

What, Octavia?

What is it, Octavia?

I’ll tell you in your ear.

I'll whisper it in your ear.

Her tongue will not obey her heart, nor can Her heart inform her tongue—the swan’s-down feather, That stands upon the swell at the full of tide, And neither way inclines.

Her tongue will not obey her heart, and her heart cannot tell her tongue what to say — she is like the swan's-down feather that rides on the swell at high tide and tips neither way.

[Aside to Agrippa.] Will Caesar weep?

[Aside to Agrippa.] Is Caesar going to cry?

[Aside to Enobarbus.] He has a cloud in ’s face.

[Aside to Enobarbus.] There's a cloud on his face.

[Aside to Agrippa.] He were the worse for that were he a horse; So is he, being a man.

[Aside to Agrippa.] He'd be worth less for that if he were a horse; and he is worth less, being a man.

[Aside to Enobarbus.] Why, Enobarbus, When Antony found Julius Caesar dead, He cried almost to roaring, and he wept When at Philippi he found Brutus slain.

[Aside to Enobarbus.] Why, Enobarbus, when Antony found Julius Caesar dead, he cried almost to the point of roaring, and he wept when he found Brutus killed at Philippi.

[Aside to Agrippa.] That year, indeed, he was troubled with a rheum; What willingly he did confound he wailed, Believe ’t, till I weep too.

[Aside to Agrippa.] That year, it's true, he was suffering from a head cold. What he deliberately destroyed he mourned over — believe it, until I start crying too.

No, sweet Octavia, You shall hear from me still. The time shall not Outgo my thinking on you.

No, sweet Octavia, you will always have news from me. Time will never run ahead of my thoughts of you.

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.

Come, sir, come, I'll wrestle with you using the strength of my love. Look, here I hold you, and now I let you go, and hand you over to the gods.

Adieu, be happy!

Goodbye, be happy!

Let all the number of the stars give light To thy fair way!

May every last one of the stars shine light on your pleasant journey!

Farewell, farewell!

Goodbye, goodbye!

Farewell!

Goodbye!