What's the matter?
CLEOPATRA:
I know, by that same eye, there's some good news.
What says the married woman? You may go:
Would she had never given you leave to come!
Let her not say 'tis I that keep you here:
I have no power upon you; hers you are.
MARK ANTONY:
The gods best know,—
CLEOPATRA:
O, never was there queen
So mightily betray'd! yet at the first
I saw the treasons planted.
MARK ANTONY:
Cleopatra,—
CLEOPATRA:
Why should I think you can be mine and true,
Though you in swearing shake the throned gods,
Who have been false to Fulvia? Riotous madness,
To be entangled with those mouth-made vows,
Which break themselves in swearing!
MARK ANTONY:
Most sweet queen,—
CLEOPATRA:
Nay, pray you, seek no colour for your going,
But bid farewell, and go: when you sued staying,
Then was the time for words: no going then;
Eternity was in our lips and eyes,
Bliss in our brows' bent; none our parts so poor,
But was a race of heaven: they are so still,
Or thou, the greatest soldier of the world,
Art turn'd the greatest liar.
MARK ANTONY:
How now, lady!
CLEOPATRA:
I would I had thy inches; thou shouldst know
There were a heart in Egypt.
by William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616)
