Cleopatra's Beauty And Charm Lie In Her Imperfections.

I saw her once
Hop forty paces through the public street,
And having lost her breath, she spoke and panted,
That she did make defect perfection,
And breathless, pour forth breath.

-Antony and Cleopatra,
Act II, Scene ii.


"Whether sitting stately on her 'burnished throne' (II.ii.197) or hopping 'forty paces,' Cleopatra never loses her ability to quicken the breath of her onlookers or persuade the 'holy priests' to bless what they would certainly, in others, condemn."

-SparkNotes.