Though it be honest, it is never good

Cleopatra
Though it be honest, it is never good
To bring bad news. Give to a gracious message
An host of tongues, but let ill tidings tell
Themselves when they be felt.
Messenger
I have done my duty.
Cleopatra
Is he married?
I cannot hate thee worser than I do
If thou again say “yes.”
Messenger
He's married, madam.
Cleopatra
The gods confound thee! Dost thou hold there still?
Messenger
Should I lie, madam?
Cleopatra
O, I would thou didst,
So half my Egypt were submerged and made
A cistern for scaled snakes! Go, get thee hence.
Hadst thou Narcissus in thy face, to me
Thou wouldst appear most ugly. He is married?
Messenger
I crave your Highness' pardon.
Cleopatra
He is married?
Messenger
Take no offense that I would not offend you.
To punish me for what you make me do
Seems much unequal. He's married to Octavia.
Cleopatra
O, that his fault should make a knave of thee
That art not what th' art sure of! Get thee hence.
The merchandise which thou hast brought from Rome
Are all too dear for me. Lie they upon thy hand,
And be undone by 'em!
Messenger exits.