Now, Iras, what think’st thou?

Cleopatra
Now, Iras, what think'st thou?
Thou an Egyptian puppet shall be shown
In Rome as well as I. Mechanic slaves
With greasy aprons, rules, and hammers shall
Uplift us to the view. In their thick breaths,
Rank of gross diet, shall we be enclouded
And forced to drink their vapor.
Iras
The gods forbid!
Cleopatra
Nay, 'tis most certain, Iras. Saucy lictors
Will catch at us like strumpets, and scald rhymers
Ballad  us out o' tune. The quick comedians
Extemporally will stage us and present
Our Alexandrian revels. Antony
Shall be brought drunken forth, and I shall see
Some squeaking Cleopatra boy my greatness
I' th' posture of a whore.
Iras
O the good gods!
Cleopatra
Nay, that's certain.
Iras
I'll never see ‘t! For I am sure mine nails
Are stronger than mine eyes.
Cleopatra
Why, that's the way
To fool their preparation and to conquer
Their most absurd intents.