CHARMIAN.
Is this the man? Is’t you, sir, that know things?
SOOTHSAYER.
In nature’s infinite book of secrecy
A little I can read.
ALEXAS.
Show him your hand.
ENOBARBUS.
Bring in the banquet quickly; wine enough
Cleopatra’s health to drink.
CHARMIAN.
Good, sir, give me good fortune.
SOOTHSAYER.
I make not, but foresee.
CHARMIAN.
Pray, then, foresee me one.
SOOTHSAYER.
You shall be yet far fairer than you are.
CHARMIAN.
He means in flesh.
IRAS.
No, you shall paint when you are old.