Thy demon, that's thy spirit which keeps thee, is Noble, courageous high, unmatchable, Where Caesar's is not; but, near him, thy angel Becomes a fear, as being o'erpower'd: therefore Make space enough between you.
Your spirit, which controls you, is Noble, brave, high, and unbeatable, While Caesar's is not; but when you're near him, your angel Becomes a fear, as if it's overpowered: so Keep some distance between you.
Third Soldier · Act 2, Scene 3
The Soothsayer warns Antony that his spirit loses power in Caesar's presence, that proximity to the younger man drains him. Antony does not heed the warning, and the play proves the Soothsayer right. The line articulates the play's tragic mathematics: Antony is the greater man, but Caesar is the future, and proximity to the new age makes the old hero wither.
Naught, naught all, naught! I can behold no longer: The Antoniad, the Egyptian admiral, With all their sixty, fly and turn the rudder: To see't mine eyes are blasted.
Nothing, nothing at all, nothing! I can't watch anymore: The Egyptian admiral, with all sixty of their ships, Is fleeing and steering away: It's so bad I can't bear to see it.
Third Soldier · Act 3, Scene 10
At the Battle of Actium, Cleopatra's fleet has turned and fled, and Antony has chased after her, abandoning his navy and his victory. Enobarbus watches in horror as the greatest military leader on earth throws away triumph for love. The repetition of naught marks the moment the play's tragic arc becomes irreversible.
She shall be buried by her Antony: No grave upon the earth shall clip in it A pair so famous.
She'll be buried next to her Antony: No grave on earth will hold Two such famous people.
Third Soldier · Act 5, Scene 2
Caesar discovers Cleopatra dead beside Antony and grants her the final honor: to be buried alongside him. His words acknowledge that no grave can contain the fame of their love, that what was supposed to be a shameful ruin has become immortal. It is Caesar's concession that he has lost something greater than a battle.