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Though they had wings: Slave, soulless villain, dog! O rarely base!

Cæs. Good queen, let us entreat you.

Cleo. O Cæsar, what a wounding shame is this; That thou, vouchsafing here to visit me, Doing the honour of thy lordliness To one so meek, that mine own servant should Parcel the sum of my disgraces by Addition of his envy! Say, good Cæsar, That I some lady trifles have reserv’d, Immoment toys, things of such dignity As we greet moderna friends withal; and say, Some nobler token I have kept apart For Livia, and Octavia, to induce Their mediation; must I be unfolded With one that I have bred? The gods ! It smites me Beneath the fall I have. Prithee, go hence;

[To SELEUCUS. Or I shall show the cinders of my spirits Through the ashes of my chance :-Wert thou a man, Thou wouldst have mercy on me. Cas.

Forbear, Seleucus.

[Exit SELEUCUS. Cleo. Be it known that we, the greatest, are mis.

For things that others do; and, when we fall,
We answer others' merits in our name,
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 yours,
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

a Modern-common.

so, adieu.

Yourself shall give us counsel. Feed, and sleep :
Our care and pity is so much upon you,
That we remain your friend : And

Cleo. My master, and my lord !

Not so: Adieu.

(Exeunt CÆSAR and his Train. Cleo. 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.

Dol. Where is the queen ?

Behold, sir. [Exit CHARMIAN, 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. [Exit Dol.] Now, Iras,

what think'st thou? Thou, an Egyptian puppet, shalt be shown In Rome, as well as 1: mechanic 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, 't is most certain, Iras: Saucy lictors
Will catch at is like strumpets; and scald rhymers
Ballad us out o' tune : the quick comedians
Extemporally will stage us, and present
Our Alexandrian revels : Antony
Shall be brought drunken forth, and I shall see
Some squeaking Cleopatra boy my greatness
l'the posture of a whore.

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.

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
My best attires ;-I am again for Cydnus,
To meet Mark Antony :-Sirrah, Iras, go.—
Now, noble Charmian, we 'll despatch indeel :
And, when thou hast done this chare, I 'll give thee

leave To play till doomsday. Bring our crown and all. Wherefore 's this noise ? [Exit Iras. A noise within.

Enter one of the Guard.

Here is a rural fellow
That will not be denied your highness' presence ;
He brings you figs.

Cleo. Let him come in. What poor an instrument

(Exit Guard.
May do a noble deed! he brings me liberty.
My resolution is 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.

This is the man
Cleo. Avoid, and leave him.

[Exit Guard. Hast thou the pretty worm of Nilus there, That kills and pains not?

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


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 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 thrat they say, shall never be saveil 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.

[Clown 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.

Cloron. 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 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.

Re-enter Iras, with a robe, croron, &c.
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 elements
I give to baser life.—So,-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 aspic in my lips? Dost fall? If thou and nature can so gently part, Tbe stroke of death is as a lover's pinch, Which hurts, and is desir'd. Dost thou lie still? If thus thou vanishest, thou tellist the world It is not worth leave-taking.

Char. Dissolve, thick cloud, and rain; that I may say, The gods themselves do weep!

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