Speeches (Lines) for ALEXAS in "Antony and Cleopatra"

Charmian. Lord Alexas, sweet Alexas, most any thing Alexas,
almost most absolute Alexas, where's the soothsayer
that you praised so to the queen? O, that I knew
this husband, which, you say, must charge his horns
with garlands!

ALEXAS. Soothsayer!

Soothsayer. In nature's infinite book of secrecy
A little I can read.

ALEXAS. Show him your hand.

Charmian. Wrinkles forbid!

ALEXAS. Vex not his prescience; be attentive.

Charmian. I had rather heat my liver with drinking.

ALEXAS. Nay, hear him.

Charmian. Out, fool! I forgive thee for a witch.

ALEXAS. You think none but your sheets are privy to your wishes.

Charmian. Nay, come, tell Iras hers.

ALEXAS. We'll know all our fortunes.

Charmian. Amen.

ALEXAS. Lo, now, if it lay in their hands to make me a
cuckold, they would make themselves whores, but
they'ld do't!

CLEOPATRA. Seek him, and bring him hither.
Where's Alexas?

ALEXAS. Here, at your service. My lord approaches.

CLEOPATRA. O Charmian,
Where think'st thou he is now? Stands he, or sits he?
Or does he walk? or is he on his horse?
O happy horse, to bear the weight of Antony!
Do bravely, horse! for wot'st thou whom thou movest?
The demi-Atlas of this earth, the arm
And burgonet of men. He's speaking now,
Or murmuring 'Where's my serpent of old Nile?'
For so he calls me: now I feed myself
With most delicious poison. Think on me,
That am with Phoebus' amorous pinches black,
And wrinkled deep in time? Broad-fronted Caesar,
When thou wast here above the ground, I was
A morsel for a monarch: and great Pompey
Would stand and make his eyes grow in my brow;
There would he anchor his aspect and die
With looking on his life.

ALEXAS. Sovereign of Egypt, hail!

CLEOPATRA. How much unlike art thou Mark Antony!
Yet, coming from him, that great medicine hath
With his tinct gilded thee.
How goes it with my brave Mark Antony?

ALEXAS. Last thing he did, dear queen,
He kiss'd,--the last of many doubled kisses,--
This orient pearl. His speech sticks in my heart.

CLEOPATRA. Mine ear must pluck it thence.

ALEXAS. 'Good friend,' quoth he,
'Say, the firm Roman to great Egypt sends
This treasure of an oyster; at whose foot,
To mend the petty present, I will piece
Her opulent throne with kingdoms; all the east,
Say thou, shall call her mistress.' So he nodded,
And soberly did mount an arm-gaunt steed,
Who neigh'd so high, that what I would have spoke
Was beastly dumb'd by him.

CLEOPATRA. What, was he sad or merry?

ALEXAS. Like to the time o' the year between the extremes
Of hot and cold, he was nor sad nor merry.

CLEOPATRA. O well-divided disposition! Note him,
Note him good Charmian, 'tis the man; but note him:
He was not sad, for he would shine on those
That make their looks by his; he was not merry,
Which seem'd to tell them his remembrance lay
In Egypt with his joy; but between both:
O heavenly mingle! Be'st thou sad or merry,
The violence of either thee becomes,
So does it no man else. Met'st thou my posts?

ALEXAS. Ay, madam, twenty several messengers:
Why do you send so thick?

CLEOPATRA. Where is the fellow?

ALEXAS. Half afeard to come.

CLEOPATRA. Go to, go to.
[Enter the Messenger as before]
Come hither, sir.

ALEXAS. Good majesty,
Herod of Jewry dare not look upon you
But when you are well pleased.