CAESAR.
Gallus, go you along.
[Exit Gallus.]
Where’s Dolabella, to second Proculeius?
ALL.
Dolabella!
CAESAR.
Let him alone, for I remember now
How he’s employed. He shall in time be ready.
Go with me to my tent, where you shall see
How hardly I was drawn into this war,
How calm and gentle I proceeded still
In all my writings. Go with me and see
What I can show in this.
[Exeunt.]
SCENE II. Alexandria. A Room in the Monument.
Enter Cleopatra, Charmian and Iras.
CLEOPATRA.
My desolation does begin to make
A better life. ’Tis paltry to be Caesar;
Not being Fortune, he’s but Fortune’s knave,
A minister of her will. And it is great
To do that thing that ends all other deeds,
Which shackles accidents and bolts up change,
Which sleeps and never palates more the dung,
The beggar’s nurse and Caesar’s.
Enter Proculeius.