Page 2508 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

CLEOPATRA

I must stay his time. [155]

ANTONY
To flatter Cæsar, would you mingle eyes
With one that ties his points?

CLEOPATRA
Not know me yet?

ANTONY
Cold-hearted toward me?

CLEOPATRA

Ah, dear, if I be so,
From my cold heart let heaven engender hail,
And poison it in the source, and the first stone [160]
Drop in my neck: as it determines, so
Dissolve my life; the next Cæsarion smite

Till by degrees the memory of my womb,
Together with my brave Egyptians all,
By the discandying of this pelleted storm, [165]

Lie graveless, till the flies and gnats of Nile
Have buried them for prey!

ANTONY
I am satisfied.
Cæsar sits down in Alexandria, where
I will oppose his fate. Our force by land

Hath nobly held, our sever’d navy too [170]
Have knit again, and fleet, threatening most sea-like.
Where hast thou been, my heart? Dost thou hear, lady?
If from the field I shall return once more

To kiss these lips, I will appear in blood,
I, and my sword, will earn our chronicle: [175]
There’s hope in’t yet.

CLEOPATRA