Confin'd in all she has, her monument, Oct. Bid her have good heart; She soon shall know of us, by some of ours, Mar. So the gods preserve thee! Oct. Come hither, Proculeius; Go, and say [Exit. We purpose her no shame: give her what comforts And, with your speediest, bring us what she says, Proc. Cæsar, I shall. [Exit. Oct. Gallus, go you along. [Exit GALLUS.] Where's Dolabella, To second Proculeius? Agrip. Dolabella! Oct. Let him alone; for I remember now [Exeunt. SCENE 11. Alexandria. A Room in the Monument. Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, and IRAS. Cleo. My desolation does begin to make PROCULEIUS and GALLUS, with SOLDIERS, Proc. Cæsar sends greeting to the Queen of Egypt; And bids thee study on what fair demands Thou mean'st to have him grant thee. Cleo. What's thy name? Proc. My name is Proculeius. Cleo. Antony Did tell me of you, bade me trust you; but I do not greatly care to be deceiv'd, That have no use for trusting. If your master Would have a queen his beggar, you must tell him, That majesty, to keep decorum, must Proc. Be of good cheer; You are fallen into a princely hand, fear nothing: Cleo. Pray you, tell him I am his fortune's vassal, and I send him Proc. This I'll report, dear lady. Have comfort; for, I know, your plight is pity'd you well. Enter into the Monument, from behind, PROCULEIUS and SOLDIERS, hastily. Iras. O, royal queen! Char. O Cleopatra! thou art taken, queen! Cleo. Quick, quick, good hands. [Drawing a Dagger. Proc. Hold, worthy lady, hold: [Staying her. Do not yourself such wrong; who are in this Reliev'd, but not betray'd. Cleo. What, of death too, That rids our dogs of languish? Do not abuse my master's bounty, by The undoing of yourself: let the world see His nobleness well acted, which your death Will never let come forth. Cleo. Where art thou, death? Come hither, come! come, come, and take a queen Worth many babes and beggars! Proc. 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 speak neither: this mortal house I'll ruin, Proc. You do extend These thoughts of horror farther than Find cause for it in Cæsar. Enter DOLABELLA. Dol. Proculeius, What thou hast done, thy master Cæsar knows, I'll take her to my guard. Proc. So, Dolabella, It shall content me best: be gentle to her. To Cæsar I will speak what you shall please, Cleo, Say, I would die. [Exeunt PROCULEIUS, and Soldiers, Dol. Most noble empress, you have heard of me? Dol. Assuredly you have. 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 dreamt there was an Emperor Antony!— 1 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 o'the earth. Dol. Most sovereign creature, Cleo. His legs bestrid the ocean; his rear'd arm Walk'd crowns, and crownets; realms and islands were As plates dropt from his pocket. Dol. Cleopatra, Cleo. Think you there was, or might be, such a man, As this I dreamt of. Dol. Gentle madam, no. Cleo. You lie, up to the hearing of the gods. But, if there be, or ever were, one 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: Your loss is as yourself, great; and you bear it By the rebound of yours, a grief that smites Cleo. I thank you, sir., Know you, what Cæsar means to do with me? |