Scene III.Alexandria. A Room in the
Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, IRAS,
Cleo. Where is the fellow?
Alex. Half afeard to come.
Cleo. Go to, go to.
Enter a Messenger.
Come, hither, sir.
Alex. Good majesty,
Herod of Jewry dare not look upon you
But when you are well pleas'd.
Cleo. That Herod's head
I'll have; but how, when Antony is gone
Through whom I might command it? Come
Mess. Most gracious majesty!
Cleo. Didst thou behold
Mess. Ay, dread queen,
Mess. Madam, in Rome;
I look'd her in the face, and saw her led
Between her brother and Mark Antony.
Cleo. Is she as tall as me?
Mess. She is not, madam.
Cleo. Didst hear her speak? is she shrill-
tongu'd, or low?
Mess. Madam, I heard her speak; she is low-
Cleo. That's not so good. He cannot like her
Char. Like her! O Isis! 'tis impossible.
Cleo. I think so, Charmian: dull of tongue,
What majesty is in her gait? Remember,
If e'er thou look'dst on majesty.
Mess. She creeps;
Her motion and her station are as one;
She shows a body rather than a life,
A statue than a breather.
Cleo. Is this certain?
Mess. Or I have no observance.
Char. Three in Egypt
Cannot make better note.
Cleo. He's very knowing,
I do perceive't. There's nothing in her yet.
The fellow has good judgment.
Cleo. Guess at her years, I prithee.
She was a widow,
Cleo. Widow! Charmian, hark.
Mess. And I do think she's thirty.
Cleo. Bear'st thou her face in mind? is't long
Mess. Round even to faultiness.
Cleo. For the most part, too, they are foolish
that are so.
Her hair, what colour?
Mess. Brown, madam; and her forehead
As low as she would wish it.
Cleo. 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. [Exit Messenger.
Char. A proper man.
Cleo. Indeed, he is so; I repent me much
That so I harried him. Why, methinks, by him,
This creature's no such thing.
Char. Nothing, madam.
Cleo. The man hath seen some majesty, and
Char. Hath he seen majesty? Isis else de-
And serving you so long!
Cleo. I have one thing more to ask him yet,
But 'tis no matter; thou shalt bring him to me
Where I will write. All may be well enough.
Char. I warrant you, madam. [Exeunt.