CLEOPATRA.
Say 'tis not so, a province I will give thee,
And make thy fortunes proud: the blow thou hadst
Shall make thy peace for moving me to rage;
And I will boot thee with what gift beside
Thy modesty can beg.
MESSENGER.
He's married, madam.
CLEOPATRA.
Rogue, thou hast lived too long. [Draws a dagger.
MESSENGER.
Nay then I'll run.
What mean you, madam? I have made no fault. [Exit.
CHARMIAN.
Good madam, keep yourself within yourself;
The man is innocent.