For every drop of blood within his veins
He renders up to him an ounce of gold.[7]
Think you on your account he’ll send it back?
Alex.
’Twere bootless, if I steered my cause myself,
But Cleopatra does the deed for me,
And, so I hope, will Mariamne too.
Amazed? Fail not my meaning. Not in person;
In such a case she’d rather turn on me.
But through her picture, and not even through that,