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Who neigh’d so high, that what I would have spoke
Was beastly dumb’d by him.

CLEOPATRA
What, was he sad, or merry? [50]

ALEXAS
Like to the time o’ the year between the extremes
Of hot and cold, he was nor sad nor merry.

CLEOPATRA
O well-divided disposition! Note him,

Note him, good Charmian, ’tis the man; but note him.
He was not sad, for he would shine on those [55]
That make their looks by his; he was not merry,

Which seem’d to tell them, his remembrance lay
In Egypt with his joy; but between both.
O heavenly mingle! Be’st thou sad, or merry,
The violence of either thee becomes, [60]
So does it no man else. Met’st thou my posts?

ALEXAS
Ay, madam, twenty several messengers:
Why do you send so thick?

CLEOPATRA
Who’s born that day
When I forget to send to Antony,

Shall die a beggar. Ink and paper, Charmian. [65]
Welcome, my good Alexas. Did I, Charmian,
Ever love Cæsar so?

CHARMIAN
O that brave Cæsar!

CLEOPATRA
Be chok’d with such another emphasis,