- Cleopatra. Where art thou, death?
Come hither, come! come, come, and take a queen
Worthy many babes and beggars!
- Proculeius. O, temperance, lady!
- Sir, I will eat no meat, I'll not drink, sir;3445
If idle talk will once be necessary,
I'll not sleep neither: this mortal house I'll ruin,
Do Caesar what he can. Know, sir, that I
Will not wait pinion'd at your master's court;
Nor once be chastised with the sober eye3450
Of dull Octavia. Shall they hoist me up
And show me to the shouting varletry
Of censuring Rome? Rather a ditch in Egypt
Be gentle grave unto me! rather on Nilus' mud
Lay me stark naked, and let the water-flies3455
Blow me into abhorring! rather make
My country's high pyramides my gibbet,
And hang me up in chains!