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Did steer humanity: but you, gods, will give us Some faults to make us men. Cæsar is touch'd. Mæc. When such a spacious mirror's set before
him, He needs must see himself. Cas.
O Antony !
Enter a Messenger.
Bid her have good heart;
Mess. So the gods preserve thee! [Erit.
Cæs. Come bither, Proculeius ; Go, and say, We purpose her no shawe : give her what comforts The quality of her passion shall require; Lest, in her greatness, by some mortal stroke She do defeat us: for her life in Rome Would be eternal in our triumph: Go, And, with your speediest, bring us what she says, And how you find of her. Pro.
Cæsar, I shall. (Erit Procul. Cæs. Gallus, go you along. Where's Dolabella, To second Proculeius?
[Erit Gallus. Agr. Mac.
Alexandria, A room in the monument.
Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, and Iras,
Enter, to the gates of the monument, Proculeius,
Gallus, and Soldiers. Pro. 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. (Within.]
What's thy name? Pro. My name is Proculeius. Cleo. (Within.]
Be of good cheer;
Pray you, tell him I am his fortune's vassal, and I send hini The greatness he has got. I bourly learn A doctrine of obedience; and would gladly Look him i' the face. Pro.
This I'll report, dear lady. Have comfort; for, I know, your plight is pitied Of him that caus'd it. Gal. You see how easily she may be surpris'd ; [Here Proculeius, and two of the guard, ascend
the monument by a ladder placed against a window), and having descended, come be. hind Cleopatra. Some of the guard unbar and open the gates.
Guard ber till Cæsar come.
[To Proculeius and the guard. Erit Gal. Iras. Royal queen! Char. O Cleopatra! thou art taken, queen! Cleo. Quick, quick, good hands.
[Drawing a dagger. Pro.
Hold, worthy lady, hold :
[Seizes and disarms her. Do not yourself such wrong, who are in this Reliev'd, but not betray'd. Cleo.
What, of death too
Where art thou, death?
0, temperance, lady!
You do extend
• Bound, confined.
[To Cleopatra. If you'll employ me to him. Cleo.
Say, I would die. (Exeunt Proculeius, und Soldiers. Dol. Most noble empress, you have heard of me? Cleo. I cannot tell. Dol.
Assuredly, you know me.
I understand not, madam.
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 0, the earth. 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 quail* and sbake 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