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Antony only, that would make his will
Lord of his reason. What though you fled,
From that great face of war, whose several ranges [5]
Frighted each other? why should he follow?
The itch of his affection should not then
Have nick’d his captainship, at such a point,
When half to half the world oppos’d, he being
The mered question. ’Twas a shame no less [10]
Than was his loss, to course your flying flags,
And leave his navy gazing.
CLEOPATRA
Prithee, peace.
Enter the Ambassador, with Antony.
ANTONY
Is that his answer?
AMBASSADOR
Ay, my lord.
ANTONY
The queen shall then have courtesy, so she [15]
Will yield us up.
AMBASSADOR
He says so.
ANTONY
Let her know’t.
To the boy Cæsar send this grizzled head,
And he will fill thy wishes to the brim,
With principalities.
CLEOPATRA
That head, my lord?
