The world and my great office

Antony
The world and my great office will sometimes
Divide me from your bosom.
Octavia
All which time
Before the gods my knee shall bow my prayers
To them for you.
Antony, to Caesar
Goodnight, sir.—My Octavia,
Read not my blemishes in the world's report.
I have not kept my square, but that to come
Shall all be done by th' rule. Good night, dear lady.—
Good night, sir.
Caesar
Goodnight.
Caesar and Octavia exit.