Thou fumblest, Eros; and my queen's a squire
More tight at this than thou:-Despatch.-O love,
That thou could'st see my wars to-day, and knew'st
The royal occupation!"
CLEO. Why is my lord enraged against his love?
ANT. Vanish; or I shall give thee thy deserving,
And blemish Cæsar's triumph. Let him take thee,
And hoist thee up to the shouting plebeians:
Follow his chariot, like the greatest spot
Of all thy sex."