Is it so, sir?

Ay me, most wretched,
That have my heart parted betwixt two friends
That do afflict each other!

My lord, in Athens.

Do not say so, my lord.

Good my lord,
To come thus was I not constrain'd, but did
On my free will. My lord, Mark Antony,
Hearing that you prepared for war, acquainted
My grieved ear withal; whereon, I begg'd
His pardon for return.

You have not call'd me so, nor have you cause.

Hail, Caesar, and my lord! hail, most dear Caesar!

Thanks to my lord.
The Jove of power make me most weak, most weak,
Your reconciler! Wars 'twixt you twain would be
As if the world should cleave, and that slain men
Should solder up the rift.

O my good lord,
Believe not all; or, if you must believe,
Stomach not all. A more unhappy lady,
If this division chance, ne'er stood between,
Praying for both parts:
The good gods me presently,
When I shall pray, 'O bless my lord and husband!'
Undo that prayer, by ...

I'll tell you in your ear.

Sir, look well to my husband's house; and--

My noble brother!

All which time
Before the gods my knee shall bow my prayers
To them for you.