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Автор: Sidney Lee
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me! rather on Nilus’ mud

       Lay me stark-nak’d, and let the water-flies

       Blow me into abhorring! rather make

       My country’s high pyramides my gibbet,

       And hang me up in chains!

       PROCULEIUS.

       You do extend

       These thoughts of horror further than you shall

       Find cause in Caesar.

       [Enter DOLABELLA.]

       DOLABELLA.

       Proculeius,

       What thou hast done thy master Caesar knows,

       And he hath sent for thee: as for the queen,

       I’ll take her to my guard.

       PROCULEIUS.

       So, Dolabella,

       It shall content me best: be gentle to her.—

       [To CLEOPATRA.] To Caesar I will speak what you shall please,

       If you’ll employ me to him.

       CLEOPATRA.

       Say I would die.

       [Exeunt PROCULEIUS and Soldiers.]

       DOLABELLA.

       Most noble empress, you have heard of me?

       CLEOPATRA.

       I cannot tell.

       DOLABELLA.

       Assuredly you know me.

       CLEOPATRA.

       No matter, sir, what I have heard or known.

       You laugh when boys or women tell their dreams;

       Is’t not your trick?

       DOLABELLA.

       I understand not, madam.

       CLEOPATRA.

       I dream’d there was an Emperor Antony:—

       O, such another sleep, that I might see

       But such another man!

       DOLABELLA.

       If it might please you,—

       CLEOPATRA.

       His face was as the heavens; and therein stuck

       A sun and moon, which kept their course, and lighted

       The little O, the earth.

       DOLABELLA.

       Most sovereign creature,—

       CLEOPATRA.

       His legs bestrid the ocean; his rear’d arm

       Crested the world: his voice was propertied

       As all the tuned spheres, and that to friends;

       But when he meant to quail and shake the orb,

       He was as rattling thunder. For his bounty,

       There was no winter in’t; an autumn ‘twas

       That grew the more by reaping: his delights

       Were dolphin-like; they show’d his back above

       The element they liv’d in: in his livery

       Walk’d crowns and crownets; realms and islands were

       As plates dropp’d from his pocket.

       DOLABELLA.

       Cleopatra,—

       CLEOPATRA.

       Think you there was or might be such a man

       As this I dream’d of?

       DOLABELLA.

       Gentle madam, no.

       CLEOPATRA.

       You lie, up to the hearing of the gods.

       But if there be, or ever were, one such,

       It’s past the size of dreaming: nature wants stuff

       To vie strange forms with fancy: yet to imagine

       An Antony were nature’s piece ‘gainst fancy,

       Condemning shadows quite.

       DOLABELLA.

       Hear me, good madam.

       Your loss is, as yourself, great; and you bear it

       As answering to the weight: would I might never

       O’ertake pursu’d success, but I do feel,

       By the rebound of yours, a grief that smites

       My very heart at root.

       CLEOPATRA.

       I thank you, sir.

       Know you what Caesar means to do with me?

       DOLABELLA.

       I am loath to tell you what I would you knew.

       CLEOPATRA.

       Nay, pray you, sir,—

       DOLABELLA.

       Though he be honourable,—

       CLEOPATRA.

       He’ll lead me, then, in triumph?

       DOLABELLA.

       Madam, he will;

       I know it.

       [Flourish within.]

       [Within.] Make way there,—Caesar!

       [Enter CAESAR, GALLUS, PROCULEIUS, MAECENAS, SELEUCUS, and

       Attendants.]

       CAESAR.

       Which is the queen of Egypt?

       DOLABELLA.

       It is the emperor, madam.

       [CLEOPATRA kneels.]

       CAESAR.

       Arise, you shall not kneel:—

       I pray you, rise; rise, Egypt.

       CLEOPATRA.

       Sir, the gods

       Will have it thus; my master and my lord

       I must obey.

       CAESAR.

       Take to you no hard thoughts;

       The record of what injuries you did us,

       Though written in our flesh, we shall remember

       As things but done by chance.

       CLEOPATRA.

       Sole sir o’ the world,

       I cannot project mine own cause so well

       To make it clear: but do confess I have

       Been laden with like frailties which before

       Have often sham’d our sex.

       CAESAR.

       Cleopatra, know

       We will extenuate rather than enforce:

       If you apply yourself to our intents,—

       Which towards you are most gentle,—you shall find

       A benefit in this change; but if you seek

       To lay on me a cruelty, by taking

       Antony’s course, you shall bereave yourself

       Of my good purposes, and put your children

       To that destruction which I’ll guard them from,

       If thereon you rely. I’ll take my leave.

       CLEOPATRA.

       And may, through all the world: ‘tis yours, and we,

       Your scutcheons and your signs of conquest, shall

       Hang in what place you please. Here, my good lord.

       CAESAR.