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CLEOPATRA
O!
THIDIAS
The scars upon your honour, therefore, he
Does pity, as constrained blemishes,
Not as deserv’d.
CLEOPATRA
He is a god, and knows [60]
What is most right. Mine honour was not yielded,
But conquer’d merely.
ENOBARBUS
(Aside.) To be sure of that,
I will ask Antony. Sir, sir, thou art so leaky
That we must leave thee to thy sinking for
Thy dearest quit thee.
(Exit.)
THIDIAS
Shall I say to Cæsar [65]
What you require of him? for he partly begs
To be desir’d to give. It much would please him,
That of his fortunes you should make a staff
To lean upon. But it would warm his spirits
To hear from me you had left Antony, [70]
And put yourself under his shroud,
The universal landlord.
CLEOPATRA
What’s your name?
THIDIAS
My name is Thidias.
CLEOPATRA
