My Cleopatra?
VENTIDIUS.
Your Cleopatra.
Dolabella's Cleopatra.
Every man's Cleopatra.
ANTONY.
Thou ly'st.
VENTIDIUS.
I do not lye, my lord.
Is this so strange? Should mistresses be left,
And not provide against a time of change?
You know she's not much us'd to lonely nights.
VENTIDIUS.
Look, emperor, this is no common dew;
I have not wept this forty years; but now
My mother comes afresh unto my eyes;
I cannot help her softness.