[Exeunt.] 

 SCENE XIII. Alexandria. A Room in the Palace.

 Enter Cleopatra, Enobarbus, Charmian and Iras. 

Cleopatra, Enobarbus, Charmian

Iras

 CLEOPATRA. What shall we do, Enobarbus? 

 ENOBARBUS. Think, and die. 

 CLEOPATRA. Is Antony or we in fault for this? 

 ENOBARBUS. Antony only, that would make his will Lord of his reason. What though you fled From that great face of war, whose several ranges Frighted each other? Why should he follow? The itch of his affection should not then Have nicked his captainship, at such a point, When half to half the world opposed, he being The mered question. ’Twas a shame no less Than was his loss, to course your flying flags And leave his navy gazing. 

 CLEOPATRA. Prithee, peace. 

 Enter the Ambassador with Antony. 

Ambassador

Antony

 ANTONY. Is that his answer? 

 AMBASSADOR. Ay, my lord. 

 ANTONY. The Queen shall then have courtesy, so she Will yield us up. 

 AMBASSADOR. He says so. 

 ANTONY. Let her know’t.— To the boy Caesar send this grizzled head, And he will fill thy wishes to the brim With principalities. 

 CLEOPATRA. That head, my lord? 

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