| ACT III SCENE III | Alexandria. Cleopatra's palace. | |
| [Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, IRAS, and ALEXAS] |
| CLEOPATRA | Where is the fellow? |
| ALEXAS | Half afeard to come. |
| CLEOPATRA | Go to, go to. |
[Enter the Messenger as before] |
| Come hither, sir. |
| ALEXAS | Good majesty, | 5 |
| Herod of Jewry dare not look upon you |
| But when you are well pleased. |
| CLEOPATRA | That Herod's head |
| I'll have: but how, when Antony is gone |
| Through whom I might command it? Come thou near. | 10 |
| Messenger | Most gracious majesty,-- |
| CLEOPATRA | Didst thou behold Octavia? |
| Messenger | Ay, dread queen. |
| CLEOPATRA | Where? |
| Messenger | Madam, in Rome; | 15 |
| I look'd her in the face, and saw her led |
| Between her brother and Mark Antony. |
| CLEOPATRA | Is she as tall as me? |
| Messenger | She is not, madam. |
| CLEOPATRA | Didst hear her speak? is she shrill-tongued or low? | 20 |
| Messenger | Madam, I heard her speak; she is low-voiced. |
| CLEOPATRA | That's not so good: he cannot like her long. |
| CHARMIAN | Like her! O Isis! 'tis impossible. |
| CLEOPATRA | I think so, Charmian: dull of tongue, and dwarfish! |
| What majesty is in her gait? Remember, | 25 |
| If e'er thou look'dst on majesty. |
| Messenger | She creeps: |
| Her motion and her station are as one; |
| She shows a body rather than a life, |
| A statue than a breather. | 30 |
| CLEOPATRA | Is this certain? |
| Messenger | Or I have no observance. |
| CHARMIAN | Three in Egypt |
| Cannot make better note. |
| CLEOPATRA | He's very knowing; | 35 |
| I do perceive't: there's nothing in her yet: |
| The fellow has good judgment. |
| CHARMIAN | Excellent. |
| CLEOPATRA | Guess at her years, I prithee. |
| Messenger | Madam, | 40 |
| She was a widow,-- |
| CLEOPATRA | Widow! Charmian, hark. |
| Messenger | And I do think she's thirty. |
| CLEOPATRA | Bear'st thou her face in mind? is't long or round? |
| Messenger | Round even to faultiness. | 45 |
| CLEOPATRA | For the most part, too, they are foolish that are so. |
| Her hair, what colour? |
| Messenger | Brown, madam: and her forehead |
| As low as she would wish it. |
| CLEOPATRA | There's gold for thee. | 50 |
| 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 prepared. |
| [Exit Messenger] |
| CHARMIAN | A proper man. | 55 |
| CLEOPATRA | Indeed, he is so: I repent me much |
| That so I harried him. Why, methinks, by him, |
| This creature's no such thing. |
| CHARMIAN | Nothing, madam. |
| CLEOPATRA | The man hath seen some majesty, and should know. | 60 |
| CHARMIAN | Hath he seen majesty? Isis else defend, |
| And serving you so long! |
| CLEOPATRA | I have one thing more to ask him yet, good Charmian: |
| But 'tis no matter; thou shalt bring him to me |
| Where I will write. All may be well enough. | 65 |
| CHARMIAN | I warrant you, madam. |
| [Exeunt] |