Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras, and Alexas.



Cleo. Where is the fellow?

Alex. Half afeard to come.


Cleo. Go to, go to. Come hither, sir.

Enter the Messenger.



Alex. Good majesty,
Herod of Jewry dare not look upon you
But when you are well pleased.

Cleo. That Herod's head
I'll have; but how, when Antony is gone
Through whom I migh command it? Come thou near.

Mess. Most gracious majesty!

Cleo. Didst thou behold Octavia?

Mess. Ay, dread queen.

Cleo. Where?

Mess. Madam, in Rome;
I look'd her in the face, and saw her led
Between her brother and Mark Antony.


Cleo. Is she as tall as me?

Mess. She is not, madam.

Cleo. Didst hear her speak? is the shrill-tongued or low?

Mess. Madam, I heard her speak; she is low-voiced.

Cleo. That's not so good. He canot like her long.

Char. Like her! O Isis! 't is impossible.

Cleo. I think so, Charmian; dull of tongue, and dwarfish!
What majesty is in her gait? Remember,
If e'er thou look'dst on majesty.

Mess. She creeps;

Her motion and her station are as one;
She shows a body rather than a life,
A statue than a breather.

Cleo. Is this certain?

Mess. Or I have no observance.

Char. Three in Egypt Cannot make better note.

Cleo. He's very knowing,
I do perceive't. There's nothing in her yet.
The fellow has good judgment.

Char. Excellent

Cleo. Guess at her years, I prithee.

Mess. Madam, She was a widow, -

Cleo. Widow, Charmian, hark.


Mess. And I do think she's thirty.

Cleo. Bear'st thou her face in mind? is't long or round?

Mess. Round even to faultiness.

Cleo. For the most part, too, they are foolish that are so.
Her hair, what colour?

Mess. Brown, madam; and her forehead As low as she would wish it.

Cleo. There's gold for thee:
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.

Char. A proper man.

Cleo. Indeed, he is so; I repent me much
That so I harried him. Why, methinks, by him,
This creature's no such thing:

Char. Nothing madam.

Cleo. The man, has seen some majesty, and should know.

Char. Hath seen majesty? Isis else defend, And serving you so long!

Cleo. I have one thing more to ask him yet, good Charmian:
But 't is no matter; thou shalt bring him to me

Where I will write. All may be well enough.

Char. I warrant you, madam.

[Exeunt.