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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.
[Exit SELEUCUS. Cleo. Be it known that we, the greatest, are mis.
Yourself shall give us counsel. Feed, and sleep :
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.
Hie thee again :
Madam, I will.
Behold, sir. [Exit CHARMIAN, Cleo.
I your servant.
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
The gods forbid !
O the good gods!
Iras. I 'll never see it; for, I am sure, my nails
Why, that's the way
Show me, my women, like a queen ;-Go fetch
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
Cleo. Let him come in. What poor an instrument
Re-enter Guard, with a Clown bringing a basket.
This is the man
[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 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.
[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!