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AGRIPPA. [Aside to ENOBARBUS] He has a cloud in's face. |
ENOBARBUS. [Aside to AGRIPPA] He were the worse for that, were he a |
horse; |
So is he, being a man. |
AGRIPPA. [Aside to ENOBARBUS] Why, Enobarbus, |
When Antony found Julius Caesar dead, |
He cried almost to roaring; and he wept |
When at Philippi he found Brutus slain. |
ENOBARBUS. [Aside to AGRIPPA] That year, indeed, he was troubled |
with a rheum; |
What willingly he did confound he wail'd, |
Believe't- till I weep too. |
CAESAR. No, sweet Octavia, |
You shall hear from me still; the time shall not |
Out-go my thinking on you. |
ANTONY. Come, sir, come; |
I'll wrestle with you in my strength of love. |
Look, here I have you; thus I let you go, |
And give you to the gods. |
CAESAR. Adieu; be happy! |
LEPIDUS. Let all the number of the stars give light |
To thy fair way! |
CAESAR. Farewell, farewell! [Kisses OCTAVIA] |
ANTONY. Farewell! Trumpets sound. Exeunt |
ACT_3|SC_3 |
SCENE III. |
Alexandria. CLEOPATRA'S palace |
Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, IRAS, and ALEXAS |
CLEOPATRA. Where is the fellow? |
ALEXAS. Half afeard to come. |
CLEOPATRA. Go to, go to. |
Enter the MESSENGER as before |
Come hither, sir. |
ALEXAS. Good Majesty, |
Herod of Jewry dare not look upon you |
But when you are well pleas'd. |
CLEOPATRA. That Herod's head |
I'll have. But how, when Antony is gone, |
Through whom I might command it? Come thou near. |
MESSENGER. Most gracious Majesty! |
CLEOPATRA. Didst thou behold Octavia? |
MESSENGER. Ay, dread Queen. |
CLEOPATRA. Where? |
MESSENGER. Madam, in Rome |
I look'd her in the face, and saw her led |
Between her brother and Mark Antony. |
CLEOPATRA. Is she as tall as me? |
MESSENGER. She is not, madam. |
CLEOPATRA. Didst hear her speak? Is she shrill-tongu'd or low? |
MESSENGER. Madam, I heard her speak: she is low-voic'd. |
CLEOPATRA. That's not so good. He cannot like her long. |
CHARMIAN. Like her? O Isis! 'tis impossible. |
CLEOPATRA. I think so, Charmian. Dull of tongue and dwarfish! |
What majesty is in her gait? Remember, |
If e'er thou look'dst on majesty. |
MESSENGER. She creeps. |
Her motion and her station are as one; |
She shows a body rather than a life, |
A statue than a breather. |
CLEOPATRA. Is this certain? |
MESSENGER. Or I have no observance. |
CHARMIAN. Three in Egypt |
Cannot make better note. |
CLEOPATRA. He's very knowing; |
I do perceive't. There's nothing in her yet. |
The fellow has good judgment. |
CHARMIAN. Excellent. |
CLEOPATRA. Guess at her years, I prithee. |
MESSENGER. Madam, |
She was a widow. |
CLEOPATRA. Widow? Charmian, hark! |
MESSENGER. And I do think she's thirty. |
CLEOPATRA. Bear'st thou her face in mind? Is't long or round? |
MESSENGER. Round even to faultiness. |
CLEOPATRA. For the most part, too, they are foolish that are so. |
Her hair, what colour? |
MESSENGER. Brown, madam; and her forehead |
As low as she would wish it. |
CLEOPATRA. 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. Exeunt MESSENGER |
CHARMIAN. A proper man. |
CLEOPATRA. Indeed, he is so. I repent me much |
That so I harried him. Why, methinks, by him, |
This creature's no such thing. |
CHARMIAN. Nothing, madam. |
CLEOPATRA. The man hath seen some majesty, and should know. |
CHARMIAN. Hath he seen majesty? Isis else defend, |
And serving you so long! |
CLEOPATRA. 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. |
CHARMIAN. I warrant you, madam. Exeunt |
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