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My resolution's plac'd, and I have nothing
Of woman in me : Now from head to foot
I am marble-conftant : now the fleeting moon
No planet is of mine.(7)
Re-enter Guard, with the Clown bringing a Basket.
Guard. This is the man.
Cleo. Avoid, and leave him.

[Exit Guard. Haft thou the pretty worm of Nilus there,(8) That kills and pains not?

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


Cleo. Remember'i thou any that have dy'd on't ?

Clown. Very many, men and women too. I heard of one of them no longer than yesterday : a very honest woman, but something given to lie ; as a woman should not do, but in the way of bonefty : How the dy'd 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 faved by half that they do. But this is most fallible, the worm's an odd worm. Cleo. Get thee hence


farewel. Clown. I wish you all joy of the worm. Clea. Farewel. Clown. You must think this, look you, that the worm will do his kind.(9)

Cleo. Ay, ay ; farewel.

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.

Clown. 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

(7) Alluding to the Ægyptian devotion paid to the moon under the name of Ilis.

WARB. (8) Worm-is the Teutonick word for Serpent : we have the blindworm and Slow-worm ftill in our language, and the Norwegians call an enormous monfter, seen sometimes in the northern ocean, the Sea-worm. JOH.

(9) The serpent will act according to his nature. JOHNS,


not. But, truly, these fame whore-fon devils do the Gods great harm in their women ; for in every terr that they make, the devils mar five.

Cleo. Well, get thee gone ; farewel.
Clown. Yes, forsooth ; I wish you joy o' the worm.

(Exit. Cleo. Give me my robe, put on my crown ; I have Immortal longings in me.

Now no
The juice of Ægypt's grape Niall moist this lip :-
Yare, yare, good Iras ; quick-Methinks, I hear
Antony call ; I see him rouse himfelf
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. So have you done?
Come then, and take the last warmth of my lips.
Farewel, kind Charmian ;-Iras, long farewel.

[ Applying the App.
Have I the aspick in my lips ? Doft fall ? (TO IRAS.
If thou and nature can fo gently part,
The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch,
Which hurts, and is desir'd. Doft thou lie ftill?
If thus thou vanifheft, thou tell’t the world
It is not worth leave-taking.

(IRAs dies. Char. Diffolve, thick cloud, and rain ; that I may say, The Gods themselves do weep !

Cleo. This proves me base . If the first meet the curled Antony, He'll make demand of her ;(2) and spend that kifs, Which is my heaven to have.---Come, thou mortal wretch, With thy sharp teeth this knot intrinsicate (To the Serpent. Of life at once untie : poor venomous fool, Be angry, and dispatch. Oh, couldst thou speak, That I might hear thee call great Cæsar, ass Unpolicied!

Cbar. Oh eastern star !

Cleo. Peace, peace !
Dost thou not see my baby at my breast,
That fucks the nurse asleep?

Char. O break! O break,!

(2). He will enquire of her concerning me, and kiss her for giving him intelligence. JOHNS.

Cleo. As sweet as balm, as foft as air, as gentle, 0 Antony !--Nay, I will take thee too :-

(Applying another Afp to her Arm. What should I stay

Char. In this wild worid ?-So, fare thee well.
Now, boast thee, death! in thy poffeffion lies
A lafs unparallel'd-Downy windows, close ;
And golden Phæbus never be beheld
Of eyes again so royal! Your crown's awry ;
I'll mend it, and then play,

Enter the Guard, rushing in.
I Guard. Where is the queen

Chár. Speak softly, wake her not.
I Guard. Cæsar hath sent-
Char. Too slow a messenger.

[CHARMIAN applies the Alp. Oh, come. Apace, dispatch:--I partly feel thee.

I Guard. Approach, ho! All’snot well : Cæfar's beguil'd.
2 Guard. There's Dolabella sent from Cæsar;-call him.
I Guard. What work is here?-Charmian, is this

well done ?
Char. It is well done, and fitting for a princess
Descended of so many royal kings.
Ah, soldier !

Dol. How goes it there?
2 Guard. All dead.

Dol. Cæfar, thry thoughts
Touch their effects in this : Thyself art coming
To fee perform'd the dreaded act, which thou
So sought'st to hinder.

Enter C.ESAR and Attendants.
All. A way there, make way for Cæfar !

Dol. O, fir, you are too sure an augurer !
That, you did fear, is done..

Cæf. Bravest at the last : She levell’d at our purposes, and, being royal, Took her own way.-The manner of their deaths ?I do not see them bleed.

Dol. Who was last with them?

1 Guard. A simple countryman, that brought her figs; This was the basket.

Cafi Poison'd then!

1 Guard. Oh Cæfar,
This Charmian liv'd but now; she stood, and spake :
I found her trimming up the diadem
On her dead mistress ; tremblingly she stood,
And on the sudden dropt.

Caf. Oh noble weakness !
If they had swallow'd poison, 'twould appear
By external swelling : but she looks like sleep ;
As she would catch another Antony
In her strong toil of grace.

Dol. Here on her breast
There is a vent of blood, and something blown :
The like is on her arm.

i Guard. This is an afpick's trail ; and these fig-leaves Have Nime upon them, such as the aspick leaves Upon the caves of Nile.

Caf. Most probable, That fo the dy'd; for her physician tells me, She has pursu'd conclusions infinite Of easy ways to die.Take up her bed ; And bear her women from the monument : She shall be buried by her Antony : No grave upon the earth shall clip in it A pair so famous. High events as these Strike those that make them : and their story is No lefs in pity, than his glory, which Brought them to be lamented. Our army fall, In folemn shew, attend this funeral ; And then to Rome.--Come, Dolabella, see High order in this great folemnity. (Exeunt omnes,


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