Cleo.
Where is the fellow?

Alex.
Half afeard ^note to come.

Cleo.
Go to, go to. ^note Enter Messenger. ^note
Come hither, sir.

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 ^note whom I might command it? ^{note note} Come thou near.

Mess.
Most gracious majesty,— ^note

Cleo.
Didst thou behold
Octavia? ^note

Mess.
Ay, dread queen.

Cleo.
Where?

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

Cleo.
Is she as tall as me?

Mess.
She is not, madam.

Cleo.
Didst hear her speak? is she shrill-tongued or low? ^note

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

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 ^note.
What majesty is in her gait ^note? Remember,
If e'er thou look'dst ^note on majesty.

Mess.
She creeps:
Her motion and her station are as one; ^note
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 ^note make better note. ^note

Cleo.
He's very knowing;
I do perceive't: ^note there's nothing in her yet:
The fellow has good judgement.

Char.
Excellent.

Cleo.
Guess at her years, I prithee.

Mess.
Madam, ^note
She was a widow ^note— ^note

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? ^note

Mess.
Round even to faultiness.

Cleo.
For the most part, too, they are ^note foolish that are so.

Her hair, what colour? ^note

Mess.
Brown, madam: and her forehead
As ^note low as ^note she ^note would wish it.

Cleo.
There's ^note 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; ^note
Our letters are prepared. [Exit Messenger. ^note

Char.
A proper man.

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

Char.
Nothing ^note, madam.

Cleo.
The man hath seen some majesty, and should know. ^{note note}

Char.
Hath he seen majesty? Isis ^note else defend,
And serving you so long! ^{note note}

Cleo.
I have ^note 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. ^note

Char.
I warrant you, madam. [Exeunt.

^note

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