Alexandria. A Room in the Palace. |
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Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, IRAS, and ALEXAS. |
| Cleo. Where is the fellow? |
| Alex. Half afeard to come. |
| Cleo. Go to, go to. |
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Enter a Messenger. |
| Come hither, sir. |
| Alex. Good majesty, |
| Herod of Jewry dare not look upon you |
| But when you are well pleas'd. |
| Cleo. That Herod's head |
| I'll have; but how, when Antony is gone |
| Through whom I might command it? Come thou near. |
| Mess. Most gracious majesty! |
| Cleo. Didst thou behold |
| Octavia? |
| Mess. Ay, dread queen. |
| Cleo. Where? |
| Mess. Madam, in Rome; |
| I look'd her in the face, and saw her led |
| Between her brother and Mark Antony. |
| Cleo. Is she as tall as me? |
| Mess. She is not, madam. |
| Cleo. Didst hear her speak? is she shrilltongu'd, or low? |
| Mess. Madam, I heard her speak; she is low-voic'd. |
| Cleo. That's not so good. He cannot like her long. |
| Char. Like her! O Isis! 'tis impossible. |
| Cleo. I think so, Charmian: dull of tongue, and dwarfish! |
| What majesty is in her gait? Remember, |
| If e'er thou look'dst on majesty. |
| Mess. She creeps; |
| Her motion and her station are as one; |
| She shows a body rather than a life, |
| A statue than a breather. |
| Cleo. Is this certain? |
| Mess. Or I have no observance. |
| Char. Three in Egypt |
| Cannot make better note. |
| Cleo. He's very knowing, |
| I do perceive 't. There's nothing in her yet. |
| The fellow has good judgment. |
| Char. Excellent. |
| Cleo. Guess at her years, I prithee. |
| Mess. Madam, |
| She was a widow,— |
| Cleo. Widow! Charmian, hark. |
| Mess. And I do think she's thirty. |
| Cleo. Bear'st thou her face in mind? is't long or round? |
| Mess. Round even to faultiness. |
| Cleo. For the most part, too, they are foolish that are so. |
| Her hair, what colour? |
| Mess. Brown, madam; and her forehead |
| As low as she would wish it. |
| Cleo. There's gold for thee: |
| Thou must not take my former sharpness ill. |
| I will employ thee back again; I find thee |
| Most fit for business. Go, make thee ready; |
| Our letters are prepar'd. [Exit Messenger. |
| Char. A proper man. |
| Cleo. Indeed, he is so; I repent me much |
| That so I harried him. Why, methinks, by him, |
| This creature's no such thing. |
| Char. Nothing, madam. |
| Cleo. The man hath seen some majesty, and should know. |
| Char. Hath he seen majesty? Isis else defend, |
| And serving you so long! |
| Cleo. I have one thing more to ask him yet, good Charmian: |
| But 'tis no matter; thou shalt bring him to me |
| Where I will write. All may be well enough. |
| Char. I warrant you, madam. [Exeunt. |
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