SCENE I. Alexandria.
A Room in Cleopatra's Palace.
Enter THYREUS, and DOLABELLA;
Sent from Cæfar.
THr. Nay, but this dotage of our general's
O'erflows the measure: thofe his goodly eyes,
That o'er the files and mufters of the war
Have glow'd like plated Mars, now bend, now turn,
The office and devotion of their view
Upon a tawny front: his captain's heart,
Which in the fcuffles of great fights hath burst
The buckles on his breaft, reneges all temper;
And is become the bellows, and the fan,
To cool a gipfy's luft. Look, where they come: Flourish. Enter ANTONY, CLEOPATRA, and their Trains; Eunuchs fanning her.
Take but good note, and you shall see in him
The triple pillar of the world transform'd
Into a ftrumpet's fool: behold, and fee.
CLE. If it be love indeed, tell me how much.