Char. Good your highness, patience.
Cleo. In praising Antony, I have dispraised Cæsar.
Char. Many times, madam.
Cleo. I am paid for 't now.
Lead me from hence;
I faint: O Iras, Charmian! 'tis no matter. 110 Go to the fellow, good Alexas; bid him
Report the feature of Octavia, her years,
Her inclination; let him not leave out
The colour of her hair: bring me word quickly.
Let him for ever go: let him not--Charmian,
Though he be painted one way like a Gorgon,
The other way's a Mars. [To Mardian] Bid you
Bring me word how tall she is. Pity me, Charmian,
But do not speak to me. Lead me to my chamber.
drum and trumpet: at another, Cæsar, Antony, Lepi-
dus, Enobarbus, Mœcenas, with Soldiers marching.
Pom. Your hostages I have, so have you mine;
And we shall talk before we fight.
Cœs. Most meet
That first we come to words; and therefore have we
Our written purposes before us sent;
Which, if thou hast consider'd, let us know