Poor women's thoughts are all extempore.
Des dames si logiciennes ont des grossièretés étranges: Lyndaxara son amant qui la supplie de le rendre «heureux».
If I make you so, you shall pay my price.
He words me, girls, he words me, that I should not
By noble to myself; but hark thee, Charmion....
Now, Iras, what think'st thou?
Thou, an Egyptian puppet, shalt be shown
In Rome, as well as I. Mechanic slaves,
With greasy aprons, rules and hammers, shall
Uplift us to the view....
Saucy lictors
Will catch at us like strumpets; and scald rhymers
Ballad us out o'tune; the quick comedians
Extemporally will stage us, and present
Our Alexandrian revels; Antony
Shall be brought drunken forth, and I shall see
Some squeaking Cleopatra boy my greatness
I' the posture of a whore....
Husband, I come;
Now to that name my courage prove my title!
I am fire and air; my other elements
I give to baser life.—So, you have done!
Come then, and take the last warmth of my lips.
Farewell, kind Charmion—Iras, long long farewell.
Dost thou not see my baby at my breast,
That sucks the nurse asleep?
Cette gaminerie amère de courtisane et d'artiste est sublime.
[190]: The World well lost, acte II.
IRAS.
Call Reason to assist you.
CLEOPATRA.