Not what you have reserv'd, nor what acknowledg'd, Of things that merchants sold. Therefore be cheer'd ; Yourself shall give us counsel. Feed, and sleep: Not so: Adieu. Adieu, good queen; I must attend on Cæsar. Cleo. Farewell, and thanks. [Exit Dol.]-Now Thou, an Egyptian puppet, shalt be shown Iras. Shall be brought drunken forth, and I shall see Iras. 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, Charinian? 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- To play till dooms-day.-Bring our crown and all. Guard. Cleo. Let him come in. How poor an instrument May do a noble deed! he brings me liberty. Re-enter Guard, with a Clown bringing a Basket. Cleo. Avoid, and leave him. Clown. Truly I have him. But I would not be the party that should desire you to touch him, for his bit ing 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 hot. est woman, but something 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 never 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. [Claron sets down the basket. Clown. You must think this, look you, that the worm will do bis kind. 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 whoreson 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. [Exit. Re-enter Iras with a Robe, Crown, &r. Cleo. Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have 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 elegients I give to baser life.-So,-have you done? Char. Dissolve, thick cloud, and rain; that I may say, 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. O, couldst thou speak! That I might hear thee call great Cæsar, ass Unpolicied! Char. O eastern star! Cleo. Peace, peace! Dost thou not see my baby at my breast, That sucks the nurse asleep? Char. Of eyes again so royal! Your crown's awry; Enter the Guard, rushing in. 1 Guard. Where is the queen? Char. Speak softly, wake her not. 1 Guard. Cæsar hath sentChar. Too slow a messenger. [Applies the asp. -O, come; apace, despatch: I partly feel thee. 1 Guard. Approach, ho! All's not well: Cæsar's beguil'd. Cæsar, thy thoughts Touch their effects in this: Thyself art coming [Within.] A way there, way for Cæsar! Bravest at the last: Who was last with them? 1 Guard. A simple countryman, that brought her figs; This was his basket. Cas. 1 Guard. Poison'd then. O Cæsar, This Charmian lived but now; she stood, and spake: I found her trimming up the diadem Cæs. Dol. 1 Guard. This is an aspic's trail: and these fig. leaves Have slime upon them, such as the aspic leaves Cæs. Most probable, That so she died; for her physician tells me, No grave upon the earth shall clip in it 2 Guard. There's Dolabella sent from Cæsar;-call Strike those that make them: and their story is him. No less in pity, than his glory, which 1 Guard. What work is here?-Charmian, is this Brought them to be lamented. Our army shall, well done? Char. It is well done, and fitting for a princess Descended of so many royal kings. In solemn show, attend this funeral; [Exeunt, Pain. You are rapt, sir, in some work, some dedica- Infects one comma in the course I hold; tion To the great lord. Poet. A thing slipp'd idly from me. Our poesy is as a gum, which oozes From whence 'tis nourished: The fire i'the flint But flies an eagle flight, bold, and forth on, Pain. How shall I understand you? I'll unbolt to yolka You see how all conditions, how all minds, "Tis conceiv'd to scope. Pain. This throne, this Fortune, and this hill, methinks, With one man beckon'd from the rest below, Bowing his head against the steepy mount To climb his happiness, would be well express'd In our condition. Poct. Nay, sir, but hear me on: All those which were his fellows but of late, (Some better than his value,) on the moment Follow his strides, his lobbies fill with 'tendance, Rain sacrificial whisperings in his ear, Make sacred even his stirrop, and through him Drink the free air. Pain. Ay, marry, what of these? Poet. When Forttme, in her shift and change of mood, Spurns down her late belov'd, ali his dependants, A thousand moral paintings I can show, That shall demonstrate these quick blows of fortune Trumpets sound. Enter Timon attended; the Servant of Ventidius talking with him. Tim. To those have shut him up; which failing to him, I am not of that feather, to shake off* Old Ath. Thou hast a servant nam'd Lucilius. Old Ath. Most noble Timon, call the man before thee. Tim. Attends he here, or no?-Lucilius! Luc. Here, at your lordship's service. Old Ath. This fellow here, lord Timon, this thy creature, By night frequents my house. I am a man Tim. Tim. How shall she be endow'd, If she be mated with an equal husband? Old Ath. Three talents, on the present; in future, all. Tim. This gentleman of mine hath serv'd me long; To build his fortune, I will strain a little, For 'tis a bond in men. Give him thy daughter: What you bestow, in him I'll counterpoise, And make him weigh with her. Old Ath. Most noble lord, Pawn me to this your honour, she is his. Tim. My hand to thee; mine honour on my promise. Luc. Humbly I thank your lordship: Never may That state or fortune fall into my keeping, Which is not ow'd to you! [Exe. Luc. and Old Ath. Poet. Vouchsafe my labour, and long live your lord ship! Tim. I thank you; you shall hear from me anon Go not away.-What have you there, my friend? Pain. A piece of painting, which I do beseech Your lordship to accept. Tim. Painting is welcome. Pain. Jew. -What, my lord? dispraise? Tim. A mere satiety of commendations. |