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Or I shall show the cinders of my spirits
(Erit Seleucus. Cleo. Be it known, that we, the greatest, are mis.
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.
Hie thee again:
Madam, I will.
Behold, sir. [Erit Char. Cleo.
I your servant.
Iras, what think'st thou ?
The gods forbid !
O the good gods ! Cleo. Nay, that is certain.
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 ?
Show me, my women, like a queen ;-Go fetch
leave. To play till dooms-day.-Bring our crown and all. Wherefore's this noise ?
[Exit Iras. A noise within.
. 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?
* Job of work.
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. 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.