a drinking. Pompey doth this day laugh away
his fortune.
Eno. If he do, sure he cannot weep it back 108
again.
Men. You have said, sir. We looked not for
Mark Antony here: pray you, is he married to
Cleopatra? 112
Eno. Cæsar's sister is called Octavia.
Men. True, sir; she was the wife of Caius
Marcellus.
Eno. But she is now the wife of Marcus 116
Antonius.
Men. Pray ye, sir?
Eno. 'Tis true.
Men. Then is Cæsar and he for ever knit 120
together.
Eno. If I were bound to divine of this unity,
I would not prophesy so.
Men. I think the policy of that purpose 124
made more in the marriage than the love of the
parties.
Eno. I think so too; but you shall find the
band that seems to tie their friendship together 128
will be the very strangler of their amity. Octavia
is of a holy, cold, and still conversation.
Men. Who would not have his wife so?
Eno. Not he that himself is not so; which is 132
Mark Antony. He will to his Egyptian dish
again; then, shall the sighs of Octavia blow the
fire up in Cæsar, and, as I said before, that
which is the strength of their amity shall prove 136
the immediate author of their variance. Antony
128 band: bond
130 still: quiet
conversation: behavior
