ALEXAS.
Lo now, if it lay in their hands to make me a cuckold, they would make themselves whores but they’d do’t!
Enter Cleopatra.
ENOBARBUS.
Hush, Here comes Antony.
CHARMIAN.
Not he, the queen.
CLEOPATRA.
Saw you my lord?
ENOBARBUS.
No, lady.
CLEOPATRA.
Was he not here?
CHARMIAN.
No, madam.
CLEOPATRA.
He was disposed to mirth; but on the sudden
A Roman thought hath struck him. Enobarbus!
ENOBARBUS.
Madam?