Say I would die.
[Exeunt PROCULEIUS and Soldiers.]
Most noble empress, you have heard of me?
I cannot tell.
Assuredly you know me.
No matter, sir, what I have heard or known.
You laugh when boys or women tell their dreams;
Is't not your trick?
I understand not, madam.
I dream'd there was an Emperor Antony: —
O, such another sleep, that I might see
But such another man!
If it might please you, —
His face was as the heavens; and therein stuck
A sun and moon, which kept their course, and lighted
The little O, the earth.
Most sovereign creature, —
His legs bestrid the ocean; his rear'd arm
Crested the world: his voice was propertied
As all the tuned spheres, and that to friends;
But when he meant to quail and shake the orb,
He was as rattling thunder. For his bounty,
There was no winter in't; an autumn 'twas
That grew the more by reaping: his delights
Were dolphin-like; they show'd his back above
The element they liv'd in: in his livery
Walk'd crowns and crownets; realms and islands were
As plates dropp'd from his pocket.
Think you there was or might be such a man
As this I dream'd of?
Gentle madam, no.
You lie, up to the hearing of the gods.
But if there be, or ever were, one such,
It's past the size of dreaming: nature wants stuff
To vie strange forms with fancy: yet to imagine
An Antony were nature's piece 'gainst fancy,
Condemning shadows quite.
Hear me, good madam.
Your loss is, as yourself, great; and you bear it
As answering to the weight: would I might never
O'ertake pursu'd success, but I do feel,
By the rebound of yours, a grief that smites
My very heart at root.
I thank you, sir.
Know you what Caesar means to do with me?
I am loath to tell you what I would you knew.
Nay, pray you, sir, —
Though he be honourable, —
He'll lead me, then, in triumph?
Madam, he will;
I know it.
[Within.] Make way there, — Caesar!
[Enter CAESAR, GALLUS, PROCULEIUS, MAECENAS, SELEUCUS, and
Which is the queen of Egypt?
It is the emperor, madam.
Arise, you shall not kneel: —
I pray you, rise; rise, Egypt.
Sir, the gods
Will have it thus; my master and my lord
I must obey.
Take to you no hard thoughts;
The record of what injuries you did us,
Though written in our flesh, we shall remember
As things but done by chance.
Sole sir o' the world,
I cannot project mine own cause so well
To make it clear: but do confess I have
Been laden with like frailties which before
Have often sham'd our sex.