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 crying out as loud, ’O, bless my brother!’ Husband win, win brother, Prays, and destroys the prayer; no midway ’Twixt these extremes at all.
Oh my good lord, Don’t believe everything; or, if you must believe, Don’t take it all to heart. No more unlucky lady, If this split happens, ever stood in this position, Praying for both sides: The good gods help me now, When I pray, ‘O bless my lord and husband!’ But then undo that prayer, by shouting just as loud, ‘O, bless my brother!’ Husband wins, wins brother, Prays, and destroys the prayer; there’s no middle ground Between these extremes.
Octavia · Act 3, Scene 4
Octavia pleads with Antony not to believe all the accusations against Caesar, and confesses that she is caught between her brother and her husband, unable to pray without destroying her own prayer. The speech endures because it shows Octavia's impossibly divided heart—she loves both men and can love neither fully. It reveals the tragedy of being caught between two empires, with no place to stand.