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Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras, and Aeexas.
Cleo. Where is the fellow?
Alex. Half afeard to come.
Cleo. Go to, go to. — Come hither, sir.
Enter a Messenger.
Alex. Good Majesty,
Herod of Jewry dare not look upon you,
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. Did'st thou behold
Mess. Ay, dread Queen.
Mess. Madam, in Rome
I look'd her in the face; and saw her led
Cleo. Is she as tall as me?
Mess. She is not, madam.
Cleo. Did'st hear her speak? Is she shrill-tongu'd, or low?
Mess. Madam, I heard her speak: she is lowvoic'd.
Cleo. That's not so good: he cannot like her long.
Char. Like her? 0 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'd'st on majesty.
Mess. She creeps;
Her motion and her station are as one:
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. —
Cleo. Guess at her years, I pr'ythee.
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.
Char. A proper man.
Cleo. Indeed, he is so: I repent me much, That so I harry'd 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.
Enter Antony and Octavia.
Ant. Nay, nay, Octavia, not only that, —
Spoke scantly of me: when perforce he could not
Octa. O my good lord!
Believe not all; or, if you must believe,
The good gods will mock 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.
Ant. Gentle Octavia,
Let your best love draw to that point which seeks
Octa. Thanks to my lord.
The Jove of power make me — most weak, most
weak — Your reconciler! Wars 'twixt you twain would be, As if the world should cleave, and that slain men Should solder up the rift.
Ant. When it appears to you where this begins, Turn your displeasure that way: for our faults Can never be so equal, that your love Can equally move with them. Provide your going; Choose your own company, and command what cost Your heart has mind to. [Exeunt.
The Same. Another Room in the Same.
Enter Enobarbtts and Eros, meeting.
Eno. .What, man?
Eros, Caesar and Lepidus have made wars upon Pompey.
Eno. This is old: what is the success?
Eros. Caesar, having made use of him in the wars 'gainst Pompey, presently denied him rivality, would not let him partake in the glory of the action; and not resting here, accuses him of letters he had formerly wrote to Pompey; upon his own appeal, seizes him: so the poor third is up, till death enlarge his confine.
Eno. Then, world, thou hast a pair of chaps, no more; And throw between them all the food thou hast, They'll grind [the one] the other. Where is Antony?
Eros. Pie's walking in the garden — thus; and spurns The rush that lies before him; cries, "Fool, Lepidus!" And threats the throat of that his officer, That murther'd Pompey.
Eno. Our great navy's rigg'd.
Eros. For Italy, and Ceesar. More, Domitius; My lord desires you presently: my news I might have told hereafter.
Eno. 'Twill be naught,
But let it be. — Bring me to Antony.
Eros. Come, sir. [Exeunt.
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