CLEOPATRA.
Go on; right royal.
THIDIAS.
He knows that you embrace not Antony
As you did love, but as you feared him.
CLEOPATRA.
O!
THIDIAS.
The scars upon your honour, therefore, he
Does pity as constrained blemishes,
Not as deserved.
CLEOPATRA.
He is a god and knows
What is most right. Mine honour was not yielded,
But conquered merely.
ENOBARBUS.
[Aside.] To be sure of that,
I will ask Antony. Sir, sir, thou art so leaky
That we must leave thee to thy sinking, for
Thy dearest quit thee.
[Exit Enobarbus.]
THIDIAS.
Shall I say to Caesar
What you require of him? For he partly begs
To be desired to give. It much would please him
That of his fortunes you should make a staff
To lean upon. But it would warm his spirits
To hear from me you had left Antony,
And put yourself under his shroud,
The universal landlord.
CLEOPATRA.
What’s your name?
THIDIAS.
My name is Thidias.