Guard her till Cæsar come. [To Proculeius and the guard. Iras. Royal queen! Erit Gal. Char. O Cleopatra! thou art taken, queen!- Pro. [Drawing a dagger. Do not yourself such wrong, who are in this Cleo. Hold, worthy lady, hold: [Seizes and disarms her. What, of death too Cleopatra, That rids our dogs of languish? Pro. Do not abuse my master's bounty, by Cleo. Pro. O, temperance, lady! Cleo. Sir, I will eat no meat, I'll not drink, sir; If idle talk will once be necessary, I'll not sleep neither: This mortal house I'll ruin, Will not wait pinion'd* at your master's court; Of dull Octavia. Shall they hoist me up, And show me to the Of censuring Rome? shouting varletry + Rather a ditch in Egypt Be gentle grave to me! rather on Nilus' mud What thou hast done thy master Cæsar knows, Pro. So, Dolabella, It shall content me best: be gentle to her.- If you'll employ me to him. Cleo. [To Cleopatra. Say, I would die. [Exeunt Proculeius, and Soldiers. Dol. Most noble empress, you have heard of me? Cleo. I cannot tell. Dol. Assuredly, you know me. Cleo. No matter, sir, what I have heard, or known. You laugh, when boys, or women, tell their dreams; Is't not your trick? Dol. I understand not, madam. Cleo. I dream'd, there was an emperor Antony;O, such another sleep, that I might see But such another man! Dol. If it might please you,― Cleo. His face was as the heavens; and therein stuck A sun, and moon; which kept their course, and lighted The little O, the earth. Dol. Most sovereign creature,Cleo. His legs bestrid the ocean: his rear'd arm Crested the world: his voice was propertied As all the tuned spheres, and that to friends; But when he meant to quail He was as rattling thunder. and shake the orb, There was no winter in't; an autumn 'twas, * Crush. Were dolphin-like; they show'd his back above Walk'd crowns, and crownets; realms and islands were As plates dropp'd from his pocket. Dol. Cleopatra, Cleo. Think you, there was, or might be, such a man As this I dream'd of? Dol. Gentle madam, no. Cleo. You lie, up to the hearing of the gods. But, if there be, or ever were oue such, It's past the size of dreaming: Nature wants stuff To vie strange forms with fancy; yet, to imagine An Antony, were nature's piece 'gainst fancy, Condemning shadows quite. Dol. Hear me, good madam; By the rebound of yours, a grief that shoots Cleo. I thank you, sir. Know you, what Cæsar means to do with me? knew. Enter Cæsar, Gallus, Proculeius, Mæcenas, Seleucus, and Attendants. Cæs. Of Egypt? Silver money. Which is the queen Will have it thus; my master and my lord I must obey. Cæs. Take to you no hard thoughts: The record of what injuries you did us, Though written in our flesh, we shall remember Cleo. Sole sir o'the world, I cannot project* mine own cause so well Cas. Cleopatra, know, We will extenuate rather than enforce: If you apply yourself to our intents (Which towards you are most gentle), you shall find A benefit in this change; but if you seek To lay on me a cruelty, by taking Antony's course, you shall bereave yourself Cleo. And may, through all the world: 'tis yours; and we Your 'scutcheons, and your signs of conquest, shall Not petty things admitted.-Where's Seleucus? Cleo. This is my treasurer; let him speak, my lord, * Shape or form. Upon his peril, that I have reserv'd To myself nothing. Speak the truth, Seleucus. I had rather seel* my lips, than, to my peril, Cleo. What have I kept back? Sel. Enough to purchase what you have made known. Cas. Nay, blush not, Cleopatra ; I approve Your wisdom in the deed. Cleo. See, Cæsar! O, behold, How pomp is follow'd! mine will now be yours; And, should we shift estates, yours would be mine. The ingratitude of this Seleucus does Even make me wild:-O slave, of no more trust Than love that's hir'd!-What, goest thou back? thou shalt Go back, I warrant thee; but I'll catch thine eyes, Though they had wings: Slave, soul-less villain, dog! O rarelyt base! Cas. Good queen, let us entreat you. Cleo. O Cæsar, what a wounding shame is this; That, thou vouchsafing here to visit me, Doing the honour of thy lordliness To one so meek, that mine own servant should Parcel the sum of my disgraces by As we greet modern § friends withal; and say, For Livia, and Octavia¶, to induce Their mediation; must I be unfolded With one that I have bred? The gods! It smites me Beneath the fall I have. Pr'ythee, go hence; *Sew up. [To Seleucus. |