To trumpet such good tidings? If not well, Mess. Will't please you hear me? Cleo. I have a mind to strike thee, ere thou speak'st: Yet, if thou say, Antony lives, is well, Or friends with Cæsar, or not captive to him, Rich pearls upon thee. Mess. Cleo. Madam, he's well. Well said. Thou'rt an honest inan. Mess. And friends with Cæsar. Cleo. Mess. Cæsar and he are greater friends than ever. Cleo. Make thee a fortune from me. But yet, madam,- Mess. But yet is as a gaoler to bring forth Some monstrous malefactor. Pr'ythee, friend, The good and bad together: He's friend with Cæsar; In state of health, thou say'st; and, thou say'st, free. Mess. Free, madam! no; I made no such report: He's bound unto Octavia. Cleo. Mess. For the best turn i'the bed. Cleo. For what good turn? I am pale, Charmian. Mess. Madam, he's married to Octavia. Cleo. The most infectious pestilence upon thee! Mess. Good madam, patience. Cleo. [Strikes him down. What say you?—hence, [Strikes him again. Horrible villain! or I'll spurn thine eyes Like balls before me; I'll unhair thy head; [She hales him up and down. (1) A man in his senses. (2) Preceding. Thou shalt be whipp'd with wire, and stew'd in brine, Smarting in ling'ring pickle. Gracious madam, Mess. Cleo. Say, 'tis not so, a province I will give thee, Mess. Cleo. Rogue, thou hast liv'd too long. Mess. He's married, madam. [Draws a dagger. Nay, then I'll run :-- [Exit. What mean you, madam? I have made no fault. Char. Good madam, keep yourself within your self; The man is innocent. Cleo. Some innocents 'scape not the thunderbolt. Melt Egypt into Nile! and kindly creatures Cleo. Have given myself the cause.-Come hither, sir. Re-enter Messenger. Though it be honest, it is never good To bring bad news: Give to a gracious message A host of tongues; but let ill tidings tell Themselves, when they be felt. Mess. Cleo. Is he married? I have done my duty. I cannot hate thee worser than I do, (1) Recompense. If thou again say, Yes. Mess. He is married, madam. Cleo. The gods confound thee! dost thou hold there still? Mess. Should I lie, madam? Cleo. O, I would, thou didst; So half my Egypt were submerg'd,' and made A cistern for scal'd snakes! Go, get thee hence; Hadst thou Narcissus in thy face, to me Thou wouldst appear most ugly. He is married? Mess. I crave your highness' pardon. Cleo. He is married? Mess. Take no offence, that I would not offend you: To punish me for what you make me do, That art not!-What? thou'rt sure of't?-Get thee hence: The merchandise which thou hast brought from Rome, Are all too dear for me; Lie they upon thy hand, And be undone by 'em! [Exit Messenger. Good your highness, patience. Cleo. In praising Antony, I have disprais'd Char. Cæsar. Char. Many times, madam. Cleo. Lead me from hence. I am paid for't now. I faint; O Iras, Charmian,-'Tis no matter : Go to the fellow, good Alexas; bid him Her inclination, let him not leave out The colour of her hair :-bring me word quickly. [Exit Alexas Let him for ever go:-Let him not-Charmian, Though he be painted one way like a Gorgon, (1) Whelmed under water. (2) Beauty. |