3. SCENE III. Alexandria. A Room in the Palace.
[Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, IRAS, and ALEXAS.]
Where is the fellow?
Half afear'd to come.
Go to, go to.
[Enter a Messenger.]
Come hither, sir.
Herod of Jewry dare not look upon you
But when you are well pleas'd.
That Herod's head
I'll have: but how? when Antony is gone,
Through whom I might command it?--Come thou near.
Most gracious majesty,--
Didst thou behold Octavia?
Ay, dread queen.
Madam, in Rome
I look'd her in the face, and saw her led
Between her brother and Mark Antony.
Is she as tall as me?
She is not, madam.
Didst hear her speak? is she shrill-tongu'd or low?
Madam, I heard her speak: she is low-voic'd.
That's not so good:--he cannot like her long.
Like her! O Isis! 'tis impossible.
I think so, Charmian: dull of tongue and dwarfish!--
What majesty is in her gait? Remember,
If e'er thou look'dst on majesty.
Her motion and her station are as one;
She shows a body rather than a life,
A statue than a breather.
Is this certain?
Or I have no observance.