After a moment of thought, the Queen, with the same indifference with which she would have called for her waiting-maid, desired to see Cleopatra; for the Egyptian queen not having been quite as _comme il faut_ as the British, the latter treated her accordingly. The beautiful Cleopatra quickly made her appearance at the extremity of the gallery,--and Elizabeth expected that this apparition would fully make up for the disappointment which the others had occasioned. Scarcely had she entered, when the air was loaded with the rich perfumes of Arabia. Her bosom (that had been melting as charity) was open as day; a loop of diamonds and rubies gathered the drapery as much above the left knee as it might as well have been below it; and a woven wind of transparent gauze softened the figure which it did not conceal. In this gay and gallant costume, the mistress of Antony glided through the gallery, making a similar pause as the others. No sooner was her back turned, than the courtiers began to tear her person and frippery to pieces,--the Queen calling out, like one possessed, for paper to burn under her nose, to drive away the vapours occasioned by the gums with which the mummy was filled,--declared her insupportable in every sense, and far beneath even the wife of Herod or the daughter of Leda,--shocked at her Diana drapery, to exhibit the most villanous leg in the world,--and protested that a thicker robe would have much better become her. Whatever the two courtiers might have thought, they were forced to join in these sarcasms, which the frail Egyptian excited in peculiar severity. "Such a cocked nose!" said the Queen. "Such impertinent eyes!" said Essex. Sydney, in addition to her other defects, found out that she had too much stomach and too little back. "Say of her as you please," returned Faustus--"one she is, however, who led the Master of the World in her chains. But, madam," added he, turning to the Queen, "as these far-famed foreign beauties are not to your taste, why go beyond your own kingdom? England, which has always produced the models of female perfection--as we may even at this moment perceive--will furnish an object perhaps worthy of your attention in the Fair Rosamond." Now Faustus had heard that the Queen fancied herself to resemble the Fair Rosamond; and no sooner was the name mentioned, than she was all impatience to see her. "There is a secret instinct in this impatience," observed the Doctor, craftily; "for, according to tradition, the Fair Rosamond had much resemblance to your Majesty, though, of course, in an inferior style."