| ACT III.
13. SCENE XIII. Alexandria. A Room in the Palace.
 [Enter CLEOPATRA, ENOBARBUS, CHARMIAN, and IRAS.]
 CLEOPATRA.
What shall we do, Enobarbus?
 
 ENOBARBUS.
Think, and die.
 
 CLEOPATRA.
Is Antony or we in fault for this?
 
 ENOBARBUS.
Antony only, that would make his will
 Lord of his reason. What though you fled
 From that great face of war, whose several ranges
 Frighted each other? why should he follow?
 The itch of his affection should not then
 Have nick'd his captainship; at such a point,
 When half to half the world oppos'd, he being
 The mered question; 'twas a shame no less
 Than was his loss, to course your flying flags
 And leave his navy gazing.
 
 CLEOPATRA.
Pr'ythee, peace.
 
 [Enter ANTONY, with EUPHRONIUS.]
 ANTONY.
Is that his answer?
 
 EUPHRONIUS.
Ay, my lord.
 
 ANTONY.
The queen shall then have courtesy, so she
 Will yield us up.
 
 EUPHRONIUS.
He says so.
 
 ANTONY.
Let her know't.--
 To the boy Caesar send this grizzled head,
 And he will fill thy wishes to the brim
 With principalities.
 
 CLEOPATRA.
That head, my lord?
 
 ANTONY.
To him again: tell him he wears the rose
 Of youth upon him; from which the world should note
 Something particular: his coins, ships, legions,
 May be a coward's; whose ministers would prevail
 Under the service of a child as soon
 As i' the command of Caesar: I dare him therefore
 To lay his gay comparisons apart,
 And answer me declin'd, sword against sword,
 Ourselves alone. I'll write it: follow me.
 
 [Exeunt ANTONY and EUPHRONIUS.]
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