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• Antony and Cleopatra: Dramatis PersonÆ.
• Act I.
• Scene I.—: Alexandria. a Room Incleopatra’spalace.
• Scene II.—: The Same. Another Room.
• Scene III.—: The Same. Another Room.
• Scene IV.—: Rome. a Room Incæsar’shouse.
• Scene V.—: Alexandria. a Room In the Palace.
• Act II.
• Scene I.—: Messina. a Room Inpompey’shouse.
• Scene II.—: Rome. a Room Inlepidus’ House.
• Scene III.—: The Same a Room Incæsar’shouse.
• Scene IV.—: The Same. a Street.
• Scene V.—: Alexandria. a Room In the Palace.
• Scene VI.—: Near Misenum.
• Scene VII.—: On Boardpompey’sgalley Off Misenum.
• Act III.
• Scene I.—: A Plain In Syria.
• Scene II.—: Rome. a Room Incæsar’shouse.
• Scene III.—: Alexandria. a Room In the Palace.
• Scene IV.—: Athens. a Room Inantony’shouse.
• Scene V.—: The Same. Another Room.
• Scene VI.—: Rome. a Room Incæsar’shouse.
• Scene VII.—: Antony’scamp, Near to the Promontory Ofactium.
• Scene VIII.—: A Plain Nearactium.
• Scene IX.—: Alexandria. a Room In the Palace.
• Scene X.—: Egypt.cæsar’scamp.
• Scene XI.—: Alexandria. a Room In the Palace.
• Act IV.
• Scene I.—: Before Alexandria.cæsar’scamp.
• Scene II.—: Alexandria. a Room In the Palace.
• Scene III.—: The Same. Before the Palace.
• Scene IV.—: The Same. a Room In the Palace.
• Scene V.—: Alexandria.antony’scamp.
• Scene VI.—: Before Alexandria.cæsar’scamp.
• Scene VII.—: Field of Battle Between the Camps.
• Scene VIII.—: Under the Walls of Alexandria.
• Scene IX.—: Cæsar’scamp.
• Scene X.—: Between the Two Camps.
• Scene XI.—: Alexandria. a Room In the Palace.
• Scene XII.—: The Same. Another Room.
• Scene XIII.—: The Same. a Monument.
• Act V.
• Scene I.—: Alexandria.cæsar’scamp.
• Scene II.—: The Same. the Monument.

Scene III.—

Alexandria. A Room in the Palace.

EnterCleopatra, Charmian, Iras,andAlexas.

Cleo.

Where is the fellow?

Alex.

Half afeard to come.

Cleo.

Go to, go to.

Enter a Messenger.

Come hither, sir.

Alex.

Good majesty,

Herod of Jewry dare not look upon you

But when you are well pleas’d.

Cleo.

That Herod’s head

I’ll have; but how, when Antony is gone

Through whom I might 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 she shrill-tongu’d, or low?

Mess.

Madam, I heard her speak; she is low-voic’d.

Cleo.

That’s not so good. He cannot like her long.

Char.

Like her! O Isis! ’tis 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 prepar’d.

[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 hath seen some majesty, and should know.

Char.

Hath he seen majesty? Isis else defend,

And serving you so long!

Cleo.

I have one thing more to ask him yet, good Charmian:

But ’tis no matter; thou shalt bring him to me

Where I will write. All may be well enough.

Char.

I warrant you, madam.

[Exeunt.