I dare not,dear,-- Dear my lord,pardon,--I dare not, Lest I be taken:not the imperious show Of the full-fortuned Caesar ever shall Be brooch'd with me;if knife,drugs, serpents,have Edge,sting,or operation,I am safe: Your wife Octavia,with her modest eyes And still conclusion,shall acquire no honour Demuring upon me.But come,come,Antony,-- Help me,my women,--we must draw thee up: Assist,good friends. MARK ANTONY O,quick,or I am gone. CLEOPATRA Here's sport indeed!How heavy weighs my lord! Our strength is all gone into heaviness, That makes the weight:had I great Juno's power, The strong-wing'd Mercury should fetch thee up, And set thee by Jove's side.Yet come a little,-- Wishes were ever fools,--O,come,come,come; They heave MARK ANTONY aloft to CLEOPATRA And welcome,welcome!die where thou hast lived: Quicken with kissing:had my lips that power, Thus would I wear them out. All A heavy sight! MARK ANTONY I am dying,Egypt,dying: Give me some wine,and let me speak a little CLEOPATRA No,let me speak;and let me rail so high, That the false housewife Fortune break her wheel, Provoked by my offence. MARK ANTONY One word,sweet queen: Of Caesar seek your honour,with your safety.O! CLEOPATRA They do not go together. MARK ANTONY Gentle,hear me: None about Caesar trust but Proculeius. CLEOPATRAI dare not, dear,-- Dear my lord, pardon,--I dare not, Lest I be taken: not the imperious show Of the full-fortuned Caesar ever shall Be brooch'd with me; if knife, drugs, serpents, have Edge, sting, or operation, I am safe: Your wife Octavia, with her modest eyes And still conclusion, shall acquire no honour Demuring upon me. But come, come, Antony,-- Help me, my women,--we must draw thee up: Assist, good friends. MARK ANTONY O, quick, or I am gone. CLEOPATRA Here's sport indeed! How heavy weighs my lord! Our strength is all gone into heaviness, That makes the weight: had I great Juno's power, The strong-wing'd Mercury should fetch thee up, And set thee by Jove's side. Yet come a little,-- Wishes were ever fools,--O, come, come, come; They heave MARK ANTONY aloft to CLEOPATRA And welcome, welcome! die where thou hast lived: Quicken with kissing: had my lips that power, Thus would I wear them out. All A heavy sight! MARK ANTONY I am dying, Egypt, dying: Give me some wine, and let me speak a little. CLEOPATRA No, let me speak; and let me rail so high, That the false housewife Fortune break her wheel, Provoked by my offence. MARK ANTONY One word, sweet queen: Of Caesar seek your honour, with your safety. O! CLEOPATRA They do not go together. MARK ANTONY Gentle, hear me: None about Caesar trust but Proculeius. CLEOPATRA