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My very heart' at root.
Cleo. I thank you, Sir.
S CE N E IV. Enter Cæsar, Gallus, Mecænas, Proculeius, and
HICH is the Queen of Egypt?
[Cleo. kneets. Caf. Arise, you shall not kneel : I
pray you, rise, rise, Egypt.
Cleo. Sir, the Gods
Cæs. Take to you no hard thoughts :
Cleo. Sole Sir o'th world,
Caf. Cleopatra, know,
* I cannot proje& mine own cause so well] Projců signifies to invent'a Cause, not to plead it: which is the Sense here required. It is plain then we should read,
I cannot prođer my own cause so well. The technical Term, to plead by an Advocate.
(Which tow'rds you are most gentle) you shall find
Cleo. And may, through all the world : 'tis yours ;
Your scutcheons, and your signs of Conqueft, fhall Hang in what place you please. Here, my good lord. · Cæf. You shall advise me in all for Cleopatra.
Cleo. This is the brief of money, plate, and jewels I am poffeit of-'tis exactly valued, Not petty things omitted-where's Seleucus ?
Sei. Here, Madm
Cleo. This is my treasurer, let him speak, my lord, Upon his peril, that I have reserv'd To myself nothing. Speak the truth, Seleucus.
Sel. Madam, I had rather seal my lips, Than to my peril speak that which is not. Cleo. What have I kept back?
[known. Sel. Enough to purchase what you have made
Cæf. Nay, blush not, Cleopatra ; I approve Your wisdom in the deed.
Cleo. See, Cefar! Oh, behold, How Pomp is follow'd : mine will now be yours, And, should we shift eftates, yours would be mine. Th' ingratitude of this Seleucus do's Ev'n make me wild. O flave, of no more Trust Than love that's hir'd-What, goeft thou back ?
Thou shalt Go back, I warrant thee: but I'll catch thine eyes, Though they had wings. Slave, soul-less villain, dog, O rarely bale!
Cæs. Good Queen, let us intreat you.
Cico. O Cafar, what a wounding shame is this, That thou, vouchsafing here to visit me,
Doing the honour of thy lordliness
Cleo. My master, and my lord !
S CE N E V.
Cleo. H That'l should not be noble to myself.
But hark thee, Charmian.
Iras. Finish, good lady, the bright day is done, And we are for the dark.
Cleo. Hie thee again.
it to the hafte.
Dol. I your servant.
think'st thou ?
Iras. The Gods forbid !
Cleo. Nay, 'tis most certain, Iras : faucy lictors Will catch at us like strumpets, and scall'd rhimers Ballad us out-o'-tune. The quick Comedians Extemp'rally will ftage us, and present Our Alexandrian revels : Antony Shall be brought drunken forth, and I shall see Some fqueaking Cleopatra boy niy Greatness.
I'th' posture of a whore.
Iras. O the good Gods !
Iras. I'll never see it ; for, I'm sure, my nails Are stronger than mine eyes.
leave To play till doons-day-bring our Crown, and all.
[A noise within Wherefore this noire ?
Enter a Guardsman. Guards. Here is a rural fellow, That will not be deny'd your Highness' presence ; He brings you figs. Cleo. Let him come in. How poor an instrument
[Exit Guardsman. May do a noble deed !--he brings me liberty. My resolution's plac'd, and I have nothing Of woman in me ; now from head to foot I'm marble constant : now the fleeting moon No planet is of mine.
Enter Guardsman and Clown with a basket. Guards. This is the man.
Cleo. Avoid and leave him. [Exit Guardsman. Halt thou the pretty worm of Nilus there, That kills and pains not?
Clown. Truly, I have him : but I would not be the party should desire you to touch him, for his bicing is immortal : thofe, that do dic of it, do fel. dom or never recover.