Where most she satisfies; for vilest things Become themselves in her.32
Mec.If beauty, wisdom, modesty, can settle The heart of Antony, Octavia is A blessèd lottery33 to him.
Agr.Let us go. Good Enobarbus, make yourself my guest Whilst you abide here.
Eno.Humbly, sir, I thank you. [Exeunt.
Enter ANTONY, CæSAR, OCTAVIAbetween them; and Attendants.
Ant.The world and my great office will sometimes Divide me from your bosom.
Octa.All which time Before the gods my knee shall bow my prayers To them for you.
Ant.Good night, sir. -- My Octavia, Read not my blemishes in the world's report:____________________