Cleo.

Where is the Fellow?

Alex.

Half afeard to come.

Cleo.

Go to, go to: 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:

Mes.

Most gracious Majesty.

Cleo.

Didst thou behold Octavia?

Mes.

Ay, dread Queen.

Cleo.

Where?

Mes.
Madam, in Rome, I lookt her in the face:
And saw her led between her Brother, and
Mark Antony.

Cleo.
Is she as tall as me?

Mes.
She is not, Madam.

Cleo.
Didst hear her speak? is she shrill tongu'd or low?

Mes.
Madam, I heard her speak, she is low voic'd.

Cleo.
That's not so good; he cannot like her long.

Char.
Like her? Oh Isis! 'tis impossible.

Cleo.
I think so, Charmian; dull of Tongue, and Dwarfish.
What Majesty is in her Gate? remember
If e'er thou look'st on Majesty.

Mes.
She creeps;
Her Motion and her Station are as one:
She shews a Body, rather than a Life,
A Statue, than a Breather.

Cleo.
Is this certain?

Mes.
Or I have no observance.

Char.
Three in Ægypt cannot make better note.

Cleo.
He's very knowing, I do perceiv't,
There's nothing in her yet.
The Fellow has good Judgment.

Char.
Excellent.

Cleo.
Guess at her Years, I prethee.

Mes.
Madam, she was a Widow.

Cleo.
Widow? Charmian, hark.

Mes.
And I do think she's thirty.

Cleo.
Bear'st thou her Face in Mind? is't long or round?

Mes.
Round even to faultiness.

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

Mes.
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.

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.

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