I will employ thee back again; I find thee
Most fit for business: go make thee ready; 40 Our letters are prepared. [Exit Messenger.
Char. A proper man.
Cleo. Indeed, lie is so: I repent me much
That so I harried him. Why, methinks, by him,
This creature's no such thing.
Char. Nothing, madam.
Cleo. The man hath seen some majesty, and should know.
Char. Hath he seen majesty? Isis else defend,
And serving you so long!
Cleo. I have one thing more to ask him yet, good Charmian:
But 'tis no matter; thou shalt bring him to me
Where I will write. All may be well enough. 50
Char. I warrant you, madam. [Exeunt.
Athens. A room in Antony's house.
Enter Antony and Octavia.
Ant. Nay, nay, Octavia, not only that,
That were excusable, that and thousands more
Of semblable import, but he hath waged
New wars 'gainst Pompey; made his will, and read it
To public ear:
Spoke scantly of me: when perforce he could not
But pay me terms of honour, cold and sickly
He vented them; most narrow measure lent me;
When the best hint was given him, he not took't,
Or did it from his teeth.
Octa. O my good lord, 10 Believe not all; or, if you must believe,