13. SCENE XIII. Alexandria. A Room in the Palace.
[Enter CLEOPATRA, ENOBARBUS, CHARMIAN, and IRAS.]
What shall we do, Enobarbus?
Think, and die.
Is Antony or we in fault for this?
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.
[Enter ANTONY, with EUPHRONIUS.]
Is that his answer?
Ay, my lord.
The queen shall then have courtesy, so she
Will yield us up.
He says so.
Let her know't.--
To the boy Caesar send this grizzled head,
And he will fill thy wishes to the brim
That head, my lord?
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.]