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CHARMIAN

Many times, madam.

CLEOPATRA
I am paid for’t now. Lead me from hence; I faint, [110]
O Iras, Charmian! ’tis no matter.
Go to the fellow, good Alexas, bid him

Report the feature of Octavia; her years,
Her inclination, let him not leave out
The colour of her hair; bring me word quickly. [115]
(Exit Alexas.)

Let him for ever go, let him not − Charmian,
Though he be painted one way like a Gorgon,
The other way’s a Mars. Bid you Alexas
(To Mardian) Bring me word how tall she is. Pity me, Charmian,

But do not speak to me. Lead me to my chamber. [120]
(Exeunt.)

Scene VI IT

(Near Misenum.)

Flourish. Enter Pompey at one door, with drum and trumpet; at another
Cæsar, Lepidus, Antony, Enobarbus, Mæcenas, Agrippa, Menas with Soldiers
marching.

POMPEY
Your hostages I have, so have you mine;
And we shall talk before we fight.

CÆSAR
Most meet

That first we come to words, and therefore have we
Our written purposes before us sent,
Which if thou hast considered, let us know [5]

If ’twill tie up thy discontented sword,
And carry back to Sicily much tall youth,