Till his deserts are past—begin to throw 200
Pompey the Great and all his dignities
Upon his son; who, high in name and power,
Higher than both in blood and life, stands up
For the main soldier, whose quality, going on, 204
The sides o' the world may danger. Much is breeding,
Which, like the courser's hair, hath yet but life,
And not a serpent's poison. Say, our pleasure,
To such whose place is under us, requires 208
Our quick remove from hence.
Eno. I shall do it. [Exeunt.]
Scene Three
[Another Room]
Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Alexas, and Iras.
Cleo. Where is he?
Char. I did not see him since.
Cleo. See where he is, who's with him, what he does;
I did not send you: if you find him sad,
Say I am dancing; if in mirth, report 4
That I am sudden sick: quick, and return.
Char. Madam, methinks, if you did love him dearly,
You do not hold the method to enforce
The like from him.
Cleo. What should I do, I do not? 8
Char. In each thing give him way, cross him in nothing.
204 main: chief
quality: character
206 the courser's hair; cf. n.
