ACT III - Scene III Antony and Cleopatra

Good majesty,
Herod of Jewry dare not look upon you
But when you are well pleased.

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.

Three in Egypt
Cannot make better note.

He’s very knowing;
I do perceive’t: there’s nothing in her yet:
The fellow has good judgment.

Madam,
She was a widow⁠—

For the most part, too, they are foolish that are so.
Her hair, what colour?

Brown, madam: and her forehead
As low as she would wish it.

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. Exit Messenger.

Indeed, he is so: I repent me much
That so I harried him. Why, methinks, by him,
This creature’s no such thing.

Hath he seen majesty? Isis else defend,
And serving you so long!

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.