ACT V.
2. SCENE II. Alexandria. A Room in the Monument.
(continued)
[Re-enter DOLABELLA.]
DOLABELLA.
Where's the queen?
CHARMIAN.
Behold, sir.
[Exit.]
CLEOPATRA.
Dolabella!
DOLABELLA.
Madam, as thereto sworn by your command,
Which my love makes religion to obey,
I tell you this: Caesar through Syria
Intends his journey; and within three days
You with your children will he send before:
Make your best use of this: I have perform'd
Your pleasure and my promise.
CLEOPATRA.
Dolabella,
I shall remain your debtor.
DOLABELLA.
I your servant.
Adieu, good queen; I must attend on Caesar.
CLEOPATRA.
Farewell, and thanks.
[Exit DOLABELLA.]
Now, Iras, what think'st thou?
Thou, an Egyptian puppet, shall be shown
In Rome as well as I: mechanic slaves,
With greasy aprons, rules, and hammers, shall
Uplift us to the view; in their thick breaths,
Rank of gross diet, shall we be enclouded,
And forc'd to drink their vapour.
IRAS.
The gods forbid!
CLEOPATRA.
Nay, 'tis most certain, Iras:--saucy lictors
Will catch at us like strumpets; and scald rhymers
Ballad us out o' tune: the quick comedians
Extemporally will stage us, and present
Our Alexandrian revels; Antony
Shall be brought drunken forth, and I shall see
Some squeaking Cleopatra boy my greatness
I' the posture of a whore.
IRAS.
O the good gods!
CLEOPATRA.
Nay, that's certain.
IRAS.
I'll never see't; for I am sure mine nails
Are stronger than mine eyes.
CLEOPATRA.
Why, that's the way
To fool their preparation and to conquer
Their most absurd intents.
[Enter CHARMIAN.]
Now, Charmian!--
Show me, my women, like a queen.--Go fetch
My best attires;--I am again for Cydnus,
To meet Mark Antony:--sirrah, Iras, go.--
Now, noble Charmian, we'll despatch indeed;
And when thou hast done this chare, I'll give thee leave
To play till doomsday.--Bring our crown and all.
[Exit IRAS. A noise within.]
Wherefore's this noise?
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