CLEOPATRA. You must tell him.

CAESAR. He will not ask me. He will know Cleopatra by her pride,
her courage, her majesty, and her beauty. (She looks very
doubtful.) Are you trembling?

CLEOPATRA (shivering with dread). No, I--I--(in a very sickly
voice) No.

Ftatateeta and three women come in with the regalia.

FTATATEETA. Of all the Queen's women, these three alone are left.
The rest are fled. (They begin to deck Cleopatra, who submits,
pale and motionless.)

CAESAR. Good, good. Three are enough. Poor Caesar generally has
to dress himself.

FTATATEETA (contemptuously). The Queen of Egypt is not a Roman
barbarian. (To Cleopatra) Be brave, my nursling. Hold up your
head before this stranger.

CAESAR (admiring Cleopatra, and placing the crown on her head).
Is it sweet or bitter to be a Queen, Cleopatra?

CLEOPATRA. Bitter.

CAESAR. Cast out fear; and you will conquer Caesar. Tota: are
the Romans at hand?