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DOLABELLA. Most sovereign creature- |
CLEOPATRA. 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. |
DOLABELLA. Cleopatra- |
CLEOPATRA. Think you there was or might be such a man |
As this I dreamt of? |
DOLABELLA. Gentle madam, no. |
CLEOPATRA. You lie, up to the hearing of the gods. |
But if there be nor ever were one such, |
It's past the size of drearning. Nature wants stuff |
To vie strange forms with fancy; yet t' imagine |
An Antony were nature's piece 'gainst fancy, |
Condemning shadows quite. |
DOLABELLA. Hear me, good madam. |
Your loss is, as yourself, great; and you bear it |
As answering to the weight. Would I might never |
O'ertake pursu'd success, but I do feel, |
By the rebound of yours, a grief that smites |
My very heart at root. |
CLEOPATRA. I thank you, sir. |
Know you what Caesar means to do with me? |
DOLABELLA. I am loath to tell you what I would you knew. |
CLEOPATRA. Nay, pray you, sir. |
DOLABELLA. Though he be honourable- |
CLEOPATRA. He'll lead me, then, in triumph? |
DOLABELLA. Madam, he will. I know't. [Flourish] |
[Within: 'Make way there-Caesar!'] |
Enter CAESAR; GALLUS, PROCULEIUS, MAECENAS, SELEUCUS, |
and others of his train |
CAESAR. Which is the Queen of Egypt? |
DOLABELLA. It is the Emperor, madam. [CLEOPATPA kneels] |
CAESAR. Arise, you shall not kneel. |
I pray you, rise; rise, Egypt. |
CLEOPATRA. Sir, the gods |
Will have it thus; my master and my lord |
I must obey. |
CAESAR. Take to you no hard thoughts. |
The record of what injuries you did us, |
Though written in our flesh, we shall remember |
As things but done by chance. |
CLEOPATRA. Sole sir o' th' world, |
I cannot project mine own cause so well |
To make it clear, but do confess I have |
Been laden with like frailties which before |
Have often sham'd our sex. |
CAESAR. 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 |
Of my good purposes, and put your children |
To that destruction which I'll guard them from, |
If thereon you rely. I'll take my leave. |
CLEOPATRA. And may, through all the world. 'Tis yours, and we, |
Your scutcheons and your signs of conquest, shall |
Hang in what place you please. Here, my good lord. |
CAESAR. You shall advise me in all for Cleopatra. |
CLEOPATRA. This is the brief of money, plate, and jewels, |
I am possess'd of. 'Tis exactly valued, |
Not petty things admitted. Where's Seleucus? |
SELEUCUS. Here, madam. |
CLEOPATRA. This is my treasurer; let him speak, my lord, |
Upon his peril, that I have reserv'd |
To myself nothing. Speak the truth, Seleucus. |
SELEUCUS. Madam, |
I had rather seal my lips than to my peril |
Speak that which is not. |
CLEOPATRA. What have I kept back? |
SELEUCUS. Enough to purchase what you have made known. |
CAESAR. Nay, blush not, Cleopatra; I approve |
Your wisdom in the deed. |
CLEOPATRA. See, Caesar! O, behold, |
How pomp is followed! 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, soulless villain, dog! |
O rarely base! |
CAESAR. Good Queen, let us entreat you. |
CLEOPATRA. O Caesar, 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 |
Addition of his envy! Say, good Caesar, |
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