Enter Charmian.
Now, Charmian!
Show me, my women, like a queen. Go fetch
My best attires. I am again for Cydnus
To meet Mark Antony. Sirrah, Iras, go.
Now, noble Charmian, we’ll dispatch indeed,
And when thou hast done this chare, I’ll give thee leave
To play till doomsday. Bring our crown and all.
[Exit Iras. A noise within.]
Wherefore’s this noise?
Enter a Guardsman.
GUARDSMAN.
Here is a rural fellow
That will not be denied your highness’ presence.
He brings you figs.
CLEOPATRA.
Let him come in.
[Exit Guardsman.]
What poor an instrument
May do a noble deed! He brings me liberty.
My resolution’s placed, and I have nothing
Of woman in me. Now from head to foot
I am marble-constant. Now the fleeting moon
No planet is of mine.
Enter Guardsman and Clown with a basket.