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Or I shall show the cinders of my spirits
Through the ashes of my chance:-Wert thou a man,
Thou would'st have mercy on me.

Forbear, Seleucus.

(Erit Seleucus. Cleo. Be it known, that we, the greatest, are mis.

For things that others do; and, when we fall,
We answer others' meritst in our namne,
Are therefore to be pitied.

Not what you have reserv'd, nor what acknowledg'd,
Put we i' the roll of conquest: still be it youts,
Bestow it at your pleasure ; and believe,
Cæsar's no merchant, to make prize with you
Of things that merchants sold. Therefore be cheer'd;
Make not your thoughts your prisons : no, dear

queen ;
For we intend so to dispose you, as
Yourself shall give us counsel. Feed, and sleep:
Our care and pity is so much upon you,
That we remain your friend; And so adieu.

Cleo. My master, and my lord !

Not so: Adieu.

[Ereunt Cæsar, and his train. Cleó. He words me, girls, he words me, that I

should not Be noble to myself: but hark thee, Charmian.

[Whispers Charmian.
Iras. Finish, good lady: the bright day is done,
And we are for the dark.

Hie thee again:
I have spoke already, and it is provided;
Go, put it to the haste.

Madam, I will.

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Re-enter Dolabella.
Dol. Where is the queen ?

Behold, sir. [Erit Char. Cleo.

Dol. Madam, as thereto sworn by your command,
Which my love makes religion to obey,
I tell you this: Cæsar through Syria
Intends his journey; and, within three days,
You with your children will he send before:
Make your best use of this: I have perform'd
Your pleasure, and my promise.

I shall remain your debtor.

I your servant.
Adieu, good queen; I must attend on Cæsar.
Cleo. Farewell, and thanks. (Erit Dol.] Now,

Iras, what think'st thou ?
Thou, an Egyptian puppet, shalt be shown
In Rome, as well as I: mechanick 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 forc'd to drink their vapour.

The gods forbid !
Cleo. Nay, 'tis most certain, Iras: Saucy lictors
Will catch at us, like strumpets; and scald rhymers
Ballad us out o'tune: the quickt comedians
Extemporally will stage us, and present
Our Alexandrian revels; Antony
Shall be brought drunken forth, and I shall see
Some squeaking Cleopatra boy I my greatness
l' the posture of a whore.

O the good gods ! Cleo. Nay, that is certain.

• Beadles.

1 Lively.
| Female characters were played by boys.

Iras. I'll never see it; for, I am sure, my nails Are stronger than mine eyes. Cleo.

Why, that's the way To fool their preparation, and to conquer Their most absurd intents.-Now, Charmian ?

Enter Charmian.

Show me, my women, like a queen ;-Go fetch
My best attires;~I am again for Cydnus,
To meet Mark Antony :--Sirrah, Iras, go.
Now, noble Charmian, we'll despatch indeed :
And, when thou hast done this chare*, I'll give thee

leave. To play till dooms-day.-Bring our crown and all. Wherefore's this noise ?

[Exit Iras. A noise within.

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. Here is a rural fellow, That will not be denied your highness' presence; He brings you figs. Cleo. Let him come in. How poor an instrument

(Erit Guard. May do a noble deed! he brings me liberty. My resolution's plac'd, and I have nothing Of woman in me: Now from head to foot I am marble-constant: now the fleeting + moon No planet is of mine.

Re-enter Guard, with a Clown bringing a basket. Guard.

This is the man. Cleo. Avoid, and leave him. (Er it Guard. Hast thou the pretty worm 1 of Nilus there, That kills and pains not?

+ Inconstant.

* Job of work.
* Serpent.

Clown. Truly I have him: but I would not be the party that should desire you to touch him, for his biting is immortal; those, that do die of it, do seldom or never recover.

Cleo. Remember'st thou any that have died on't?

Clown. Very many, men and women too. I heard of one of them no longer than yesterday: a very honest woman, but somethiog given to lie; as a woman should not do, but in the way of honesty: how she died of the biting of it, what pain she felt, -Truly, she makes a very good report o'the worm: But he that will believe all that they say, shall ne. ver be saved by half that they do: But this is most fallible, the worm's an odd worm.

Cleo. Get thee hence; farewell.
Clown. I wish you all joy of the worm.
Cleo. Farewell. [Clowo sets down the basket.

Clown. You must think this, look you, that the worm will do his kind.

Cleo. Ay, ay; farewell.

Clown. Look you, the worm is not to be trusted, but in the keeping of wise people; for, indeed, there is no goodness in the worm.

Cleo. Take thou no care; it shall be heeded.

Cloun. Very good : give it nothing, I pray you, for it is not worth the feeding.

Cleo. Will it eat me?

Clown. You must not think I am so simple, but I know the devil himself will not eat a woman: I know, that a woman is a dish for the gods, if the devil dress her not. But, truly, these same whore. son devils do the gods great harm in their women; for in every ten that they make, the devils mar five.

Cleo. Well, get thee gone; farewell. Clown. Yes, forsooth; I wish you joy of the worm.


* Act according to his nature.

Re-enter Iras, with a robe, crown, &c.

Cleo. Give me my robe, put on my crown; I bave Immortal longings in me: Now no more The juice of Egypt's grape shall moist this lip :Yare, yare*, good Iras; quick-Methinks, I hear Antony call; I see him rouse himself To praise my noble act; I hear him mock The luck of Cæsar, which the gods give men To excuse their after wrath: Husband, I come; Now to that name my courage prove my title ! I am fire, and air; my other elements I give to baser life.-50,-have you done? Come then, and take the last warmth of my lips. Farewell, kind Charmian;-Iras, long farewell.

(Kisses them, Iras falls and dies. Have I the aspick in my lips ? Dost fall? If thou and nature can so gently part, The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch, Which hurts, and is desir'd. Dost thou lie still? If thus thou vanishest, thou tell'st the world It is not worth leave-taking. Char. Dissolve, thick cloud, and rain; that I

may say, The gods themselves do weep! Cleo.

This proves me base : If she first meet the curled Antony, He'll make demand of her; and spend that kiss, Which is my heaven to have. Come, mortal wretch,

[To the asp, which she applies to her breast. With thy sharp teeth this knot intrinsicate Of life at once untie : poor venomous fool, Be angry, and despatch, 0, could'st thou speak ! That I might hear thee call great Cæsar, ass Unpoliciedt! Char.

O eastern star!

• Make haste.
+ Unpolitick, to leave me to myself,

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