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Iras. Royal queen!
[Drawing a Dagger. Pro. Hold, worthy lady, hold :
[Seizes and disarms her. Do not yourself such wrong, who are in this Reliev'd, but not betray'd.
Cleo. What, of death too,
Cleo. Where art thou, death!
Pro. O, temperance, lady!
Cleo. Sir, I will eat no meat, I'll not drink, sir;
And hang me up in chains !
Pro. You do extend
Pro. So, Dolabella,
[To CLEOPATRA. If you'll employ me to him. Cleo. 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 ;-
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 and shake the orb, He was as rattling thunder. For his bounty, There was no winter in't; an autumn 'twas, That grew the more by reaping : His delights Were dolphin-like; they show'd his back above The element they liv'd in: In his livery Walk'd crowns, and crownets; realms and islands were As plates dropp'd from his pocket.
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.
Dol. Hear me, good madam :
Cleo. I thank you, sir.
Dol. I am loath to tell you what I would you knew.
Cleo. He'll lead me then in triumph ?
Dol. Madam, he will: I know it.
Within. Make way there,-Cæsar,
Enter CÆSAR, GALLUS, PROCULEIUS, MECÆNAS, SE
LEUCUS, and Attendants.
Cleo. Sir, the gods
Cas. Take to you no hard thoughts:
Cleo. Sole sir o'the world,
Cas. Cleopatra, know,
Antony's course, you shall bereave yourself
and we, Your ’scutcheons, and your signs of conquest, shall Hang in what place you please. Here, my good lord.
Cas. You shall advise me in all for Cleopatra.
Cleo. This is the brief of money, plate, and jewels, I am possess'd of: ’tis exactly valued; Not petty things admitted.—Where's Seleucus ?
Sel. Here, madam.
Cleo. This is my treasurer; let him speak, my lord,
Cleo. What have I kept back?
Cæs. Nay, blush not, Cleopatra ; I approve
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 :-0 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!