Cleopatra Cue Script
Cleopatra Cue Script
MESSENGER MESSENGER
Good madam, hear me. ……
He’s bound unto Octavio.
CLEOPATRA
Well, go to, I will:
But there’s no goodness in thy face if Antony CLEOPATRA
Be free and healthful; so tart a favor For what good turn?
To trumpet such good tidings. If not well,
Thou shouldst come like a Fury crowned with MESSENGER
snakes, For the best turn in the bed.
Not like a formal man.
CLEOPATRA
I am pale Charmian. The man is innocent.]
MESSENGER CLEOPATRA
Madam, he’s married to Octavia. Some innocents ’scape not the thunderbolt:
Melt Egypt into Nile: and kindly creatures
CLEOPATRA Turn all to serpents! Call the slave again.
The most infectious pestilence upon thee! Though I am mad, I will not bite him: Call!
Hence, horrible villain, or I’ll spurn thine eyes Enter the Messenger again.
Like balls before me: I’ll unhair thy head,
Though it be honest, it is never good
She hales him up and down. To bring bad news: give to a gracious message
An host of tongues, but let ill tidings tell
Thou shalt be whipped with wire, and stewed in Themselves, when they be felt.
brine,
Smarting in ling’ring pickle. MESSENGER I have done my duty..
MESSENGER CLEOPATRA
Is he married?
….. the news made not the match. I cannot hate thee worser than I do,
If thou again say yes.
CLEOPATRA
Say ’tis not so, a province I will give thee, MESSENGER He’s married, madam.
And make thy fortunes proud: The blow thou hadst
Shall make thy peace for moving me to rage, CLEOPATRA
And I will boot thee with what gift beside The gods confound thee,
Thy modesty can beg. Dost thou hold there still?
MESSENGER
MESSENGER Should I lie, madam?
He’s married, madam.
CLEOPATRA
CLEOPATRA O, I would thou didst:
Rogue, thou hast lived too long. So half my Egypt were submerged and made
A cistern for scaled snakes. Go, get thee hence,
Draw a knife. Hadst thou Narcissus in thy face to me,
Thou wouldst appear most ugly. He is married?
MESSENGER
MESSENGER
…… I have made no fault. I crave your Highness’ pardon.
CLEOPATRA
O, that his fault should make a knave of thee,
That art not what th’ art sure of. Get thee hence,
The merchandise which thou hast brought
from Rome
Are all too dear for me.
Lie they upon thy hand, and be undone by ’em!
(exit Messenger)