CLEOPATRA.
Make thee a fortune from me.
MESSENGER.
But yet, madam—
CLEOPATRA.
I do not like but yet—it does allay
The good precedence. Fie upon but yet:
But yet is as a gaoler to bring forth
Some monstrous malefactor. Pr'ythee, friend,
Pour out thy pack of matter to mine ear,
The good and bad together. He's friends with Cæsar
In state of health, thou say'st; and thou say'st free.
MESSENGER.
Free, madam! No: I made no such report,
He's bound unto Octavia.
CLEOPATRA.
For what good turn?