You! Nonsense!
Cleopatra.
[Archly.] Oh, yes, I am.
Octavian.
[With gentle melancholy.] Dear, dear, another illusion gone!
Cleopatra.
Illusion?
Octavian.
Your beauty, you know; your grace, your charm. I had heard so much of them. So had Agrippa. Let me introduce you, by the way. Agrippa—Cleopatra. [Wearily.] As I was saying, it is most disappointing.