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O, ’tis treason!

CHARMIAN
Madam, I trust not so.

CLEOPATRA
Thou, eunuch Mardian!

MARDIAN
What’s your highness’ pleasure?

CLEOPATRA
Not now to hear thee sing. I take no pleasure
In aught an eunuch has: ’tis well for thee [10]

That, being unseminar’d, thy freer thoughts
May not fly forth of Egypt. Hast thou affections?

MARDIAN
Yes, gracious madam.

CLEOPATRA
Indeed?

MARDIAN
Not in deed, madam, for I can do nothing [15]

But what indeed is honest to be done:
Yet have I fierce affections, and think
What Venus did with Mars.

CLEOPATRA
O Charmian!
Where think’st thou he is now? Stands he, or sits he?

Or does he walk? or is he on his horse? [20]
O happy horse to bear the weight of Antony!
Do bravely, horse, for wot’st thou whom thou mov’st,
The demi-Atlas of this earth, the arm

And burgonet of men. He’s speaking now,