Page 2444 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

I’ll think them every one an Antony,
And say ‘Ah, ha! y’are caught.’

CHARMIAN
’Twas merry when [15]
You wager’d on your angling, when your diver
Did hang a salt-fish on his hook which he

With fervency drew up.

CLEOPATRA
That time? O times!
I laugh’d him out of patience; and that night
I laugh’d him into patience, and next morn, [20]

Ere the ninth hour, I drunk him to his bed;
Then put my tires and mantles on him, whilst
I wore his sword Philippan. O, from Italy!

Enter a Messenger.

Ram thou thy fruitful tidings in mine ears,

That long time have been barren.

MESSENGER
Madam, madam, − [25]

CLEOPATRA
Antonius dead! − If thou say so, villain,
Thou kill’st thy mistress: but well and free,
If thou so yield him, there is gold, and here

My bluest veins to kiss; a hand that kings
Have lipp’d, and trembled kissing. [30]

MESSENGER
First, madam, he is well.

CLEOPATRA
Why, there’s more gold.