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 band 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 lov’d without this mean, if on both parts This be not cherish’d. Ant. Make me not offended In your distrust. Caes. I have said. Ant. You shall not find,
