Page 2558 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

Here, madam. [140]

CLEOPATRA
This is my treasurer, let him speak, my lord,
Upon his peril, that I have reserv’d
To myself nothing. Speak the truth, Seleucus.

SELEUCUS
Madam,

I had rather seel my lips, than to my peril [145]
Speak that which is not.

CLEOPATRA
What have I kept back?

SELEUCUS
Enough to purchase what you have made known.

CÆSAR
Nay, blush not, Cleopatra, I approve

Your wisdom in the deed.

CLEOPATRA

See, Cæsar! O behold,
How pomp is follow’d! mine will now be yours, [150]
And should we shift estates, yours would be mine.
The ingratitude of this Seleucus does

Even make me wild. O slave, of no more trust
Than love that’s hir’d? What, goest thou back? thou shalt.
Go back, I warrant thee: but I’ll catch thine eyes [155]
Though they had wings. Slave, soulless villain, dog!

O rarely base!

CÆSAR
Good queen, let us entreat you.

CLEOPATRA