His face was as the heavens; and therein stuck
A sun and moon; which kept their course, and lighted
The little O, the earth.
DOLABELLA.
Most sovereign creature—
CLEOPATRA.
His legs bestrid the ocean: his reared arm
Crested the world; his voice was propertied
As all the tuned spheres, and that to friends;
But when he meant to quail or shake the orb
He was as rattling thunder. For his bounty,
There was no winter in't; an autumn 'twas,
That grew the more by reaping. His delights
Were dolphin like; they show'd his back above
The element they liv'd in. In his livery[72]
Walk'd crowns and coronets; realms and islands were
As plates[73] dropp'd from his pocket.
DOLABELLA.
Cleopatra!
CLEOPATRA.
Think you there was, or might be, such a man
As this I dream'd of?
DOLABELLA.