Not what you have reserv'd, nor what acknowledg'd,
Put we i' the roll of conquest: still be 't yours, 180
Bestow it at your pleasure; and believe,
Cæsar's no merchant, to make prize with you
Of things that merchants sold. Therefore be cheer'd;
Make not your thoughts your prisons: no, dear queen; 184
For we intend so to dispose you as
Yourself shall give us counsel. Feed, and sleep:
Our care and pity is so much upon you,
That we remain your friend; and so, adieu. 188
Cleo. My master, and my lord!
Cæs. Not so. Adieu.
Cleo. He words me, girls, he words me, that I should not
Be noble to myself: but, hark thee, Charmian.
Iras. Finish, good lady; the bright day is done, 192
And we are for the dark.
Cleo. Hie thee again:
I have spoke already, and it is provided;
Go, put it to the haste.
Char. Madam, I will.
Enter Dolabella.
Dol. Where is the queen?
Char. Behold, sir. [Exit.]
Cleo. Dolabella! 196
Dol. Madam, as thereto sworn by your command,
Which my love makes religion to obey,
I tell you this: Cæsar through Syria
Intends his journey; and within three days 200
182 prize: appraisement
190 words: flatters; cf. n.
