That thou, my brother, my competitor Unreconciliable, should divide Our equalness to this. Hear me, good friends,— But I will tell you at some meeter season: Enter an Egyptian. The business of this man looks out of him; 50 We'll hear him what he says. Whence are you? Egyp. A poor Egyptian yet. The queen my mistress, Confined in all she has, her monument, Of thy intents desires instruction, That she preparedly may frame herself Cæs. Bid her have good heart: Determine for her; for Cæsar cannot live Egyp. So the gods preserve thee! [Exit. 60 Cæs. Come hither, Proculeius. Go and say, We purpose her no shame: give her what comforts And with your speediest bring us what she says, Pro. Cæs. Gallus, go you along. To second Proculeius? All. [Exit. Cæsar, I shall. [Exit Gallus.] 70 Dolabella! Cas. Let him alone, for I remember now In all my writings: go with me, and see [Exeunt. SCENE II. Alexandria. A room in the monu ment. Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, and IRAS. Cleo. My desolation does begin to make To do that thing that ends all other deeds; Enter, to the gates of the monument, PROCULEIUS, Pro. Cæsar sends greeting to the Queen of And bids thee study on what fair demands Cleo. Pro. My name is Proculeius. Cleo. ΙΟ What's thy name? Antony Did tell me of you, bade me trust you; but I do not greatly care to be deceived, That have no use for trusting. If your master No less beg than a kingdom: if he please Be of good cheer; Pro. You're fall'n into a princely hand, fear nothing: Make your full reference freely to my lord, Who is so full of grace, that it flows over On all that need: let me report to him Your sweet dependency; and you shall find A conqueror that will pray in aid for kindness, Where he for grace is kneel'd to. Cleo. 20 Pray you, tell him I am his fortune's vassal, and I send him Pro. 330 Gal. You see how easily she may be surprised: [Here Proculeius and two of the Guard ascend the monument by a ladder placed against a window, and, having descended, come behind Cleopatra. Some of the Guard unbar and open the gates. [To Proculeius and the Guard] Guard her till Cæsar come. Iras. Royal queen! [Exit. Char. O Cleopatra! thou art taken, queen. Pro. [Drawing a dagger. Hold, worthy lady, hold: [Seizes and disarms her. Do not yourself such wrong, who are in this Cleo. What, of death, too, That rids our dogs of languish? Pro. Cleopatra, Do not abuse my master's bounty by Cleo. 40 Where art thou, death? Come hither, come! come, come, and take a queen Worth many babes and beggars! Pro. I'll not sleep neither: this mortal house I'll ruin, 50 *Rabble Of censuring Rome? Rather a ditch in Egypt Pro. These thoughts of horror further than you shall Find cause in Cæsar. What thou hast done thy master Cæsar knows, Pro. So, Dolabella, It shall content me best: be gentle to her. 60 [To Cleo.] To Cæsar I will speak what you shall please, If you'll employ me to him. Cleo. 70 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! If it might please ye, Dol. 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. 80 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 quailt and shake the orb, were As plates? dropp'd from his pocket. Dol. 90 †Cause to quail. Coronets. Cleopatra! Cleo. Think you there was, or might be, such a man As this I dream'd of? Dol. Gentle madam, no. ¿Silver money. 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. *Challenge. Dǝl.- By the rebound of yours, a grief that smites Cleo. I thank you, sir. Know you what Cæsar means to do with me? Dol. I am loath to tell you what I would you knew. Cleo. Nay, pray you, sir, Dol. Though he be honourable, IIO Dol. Madam, he will; I know 't. [Flourish, and shout within, 'Make way there: Cæsar! Enter CESAR, GALLUS, PROCULEIUS, MECÆNAS, SELEUCUS, and others of his Train. Cæs. Which is the Queen of Egypt? Dol. It is the emperor, madam. [Cleopatra kneels. |