Dolabella, It shall content me best: be gentle to her. To Caesar I will speak what you shall please, If you'll employ me to him. Say, I would die. Most noble empress, you have heard of me? I cannot tell. Assuredly you know me. No matter, sir, what I have heard or known. You laugh when boys or women tell their dreams; Is't not your trick? I understand not, madam. I dream'd there was an Emperor Antony: O, such another sleep, that I might see But such another man! If it might please ye,-- His face was as the heavens; and therein stuck A sun and moon, which kept their course, and lighted The little O, the earth. Most sovereign creature,-- 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 lived in: in his livery Walk'd crowns and crownets; realms and islands were As plates dropp'd from his pocket. Cleopatra! Think you there was, or might be, such a man As this I dream'd of? Gentle madam, no. 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 And Antony, were nature's piece 'gainst fancy, Condemning shadows quite. 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 pursued success, but I do feel, By the rebound of yours, a grief that smites My very heart at root. I thank you, sir, Know you what Caesar means to do with me? I am loath to tell you what I would you knew. Nay, pray you, sir,-- Though he be honourable,-- He'll lead me, then, in triumph? Madam, he will; I know't. Which is the Queen of Egypt? It is the emperor, madam. Arise, you shall not kneel: I pray you, rise; rise, Egypt. Sir, the gods Will have it thus; my master and my lord I must obey. Take to you no hard thoughts: The record of what injuries you did us, Though written in our flesh