Cleopatra Monologue from Antony and Cleopatra

From Antony and Cleopatra by William Shakespeare

female · anguished · 1:18 min

O, that his fault should make a knave of thee That art not what thou’rt sure of! Get thee hence! The merchandise which thou hast brought from Rome Are all too dear for me. Lie they upon thy hand, And be undone by ’em! (Exit Messenger.) (CHARMIAN: Good your highness, patience.) In praising Antony I have dispraised Caesar. (CHARMIAN: Many times, madam.) I am paid for’t now. Lead me from hence; I faint. O Iras, Charmian! ’Tis no matter. 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. (Exit Alexas.) 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 Alexas Bring me word how tall she is. Pity me, Charmian, But do not speak to me. Lead me to my chamber. (Exeunt.)

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