Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras, and Alexas
That Herod's head I'll have: but how, when Antony is gone Through whom I might command it? Come thou near.
Madam, in Rome; I look'd her in the face, and saw her led Between her brother and Mark Antony.
I think so, Charmian: dull of tongue, and dwarfish! What majesty is in her gait? Remember, If e'er thou look'dst on majesty.
She creeps: Her motion and her station are as one; She shows a body rather than a life, A statue than a breather.
He's very knowing; I do perceive't: there's nothing in her yet: The fellow has good judgment.
There's gold for thee. Thou must not take my former sharpness ill: I will employ thee back again; I find thee Most fit for business: go make thee ready; Our letters are prepared.
Indeed, he is so: I repent me much That so I harried him. Why, methinks, by him, This creature's no such thing.
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.