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Immoment toys, things of such dignity

As we greet modern friends withal; and say,

Some nobler token I have kept apart

For Livia, and Octavia, to induce

Their mediation: must I be unfolded

Of one that I have bred? The gods! it smites me

Beneath the fall I have.—Wert thou a man,

Thou wouldst have mercy on me.

Oct. Forbear, Seleucus. [Exit Seleucixs.

Cleo. Be it known, that we, the greatest, are misthought For things that others do; and, when we fall, We answer others' merits: in our name Are therefore to be pity'd.

Oct. Cleopatra,
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,
Caesar'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
Yourself shall give us counsel. Feed, and sleep:
Our care and pity is so much upon you,
That we remain your friend; and so, adieu.

Cleo. My master, and my lord,—

Oct. Not so: Adieu.

[Exeunt Cesar, Dolabella, and Train,

Cleo. He words me, girls, he words me, that I should not Be noble to myself: But hark thee, Charmian.

Iras. Finish, good lady, the bright day is done,
And we are for the dark.

Cleo. Hie thee again:
I have spoke already, and it is provided;
Go, put it to the haste.

Char. Madam, I will. [Going.

Enter Dolabella.

Dol. Where is the queen?

Char. Behold, sir. [Exit.

Cleo. Dolabella?

Dol. Madam, as thereto sworn by your command,
Which my love makes religion to obey,
I tell you this: Caesar 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.

Cleo. Dolabella,
I shall remain your debtor.

Dol. I your servant.
Adieu, good queen; I must attend on Caesar.

Cleo. Farewell, and thanks. [Exit Dolabella,]
Now, Iras, what think'st thou?
Thou, an Egyptian puppet, shalt be shown
In Rome, as well as I: 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.

Iras. The gods forbid!

Cleo. Nay, 'tis most certain, Iras: Saucy lictors Will catch at us, like strumpets; and scald rhimers Ballad us out o'tune: the quick comedians Extemporally will stage us, and present Our Alexandrian revels.

Iras. O the good gods.

Cleo. Nay, this is certain.

Iras. I'll never see't; 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 assur'd intents.—Now, Charmian?

Enter Charmian.

Show me, my women, like a queen; go fetch

My best attires;—I am again for Cydnus,

To meet Mark Antony:—Iras, go.

Now, noble Charmian, we'll despatch, indeed:

And when thou hast done this chare, I'll give thee

leave To play till dooms-day.—Bring our crown and all.

[Exit Iras.Charmian falls to adjusting Cleopatra's Dress.Noise within. Wherefore's this noise?

Enter some of the Guard.

1 Guard. Here is a rural fellow, That will not be deny'd your highness' presence; He brings you figs.

Cleo. Let him come in. [Exeunt Guard.] How poor an instrument *

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.

Enter Guard, with the Clown.

1 Guard. This is the man. • Cleo. Avoid and leave him. [Exit Guard.

Hast thou the pretty worm of Nilus there,
That kills and pains not?

Cloun. 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 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 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.

[Setting down his Basket.

Cleo. 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.

Clown. Very good: give it nothing, I pray you, for it is not worth the feeding.

Cleo. Well, get thee gone; farewell.

Clown. Yes, forsooth: I wish you joy of the worm.

[Exit.

Enter Iras, with Robe, etc.

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 Caesar, which the gods give men, To excuse their after wrath: Husband, I come:

[Goes to a Bed, or sofa, which she ascends; her Women compose her on it: Iras sets the Basket, which she has been holding upon her own Arm, by her. 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.

[Kissing them. Iras Jails.
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; applying it to her Breast. With thy sharp teeth this knot intrinsicate Of life at once untie: poor venomous fool,

[Stirring it. Be angry, and despatch. O, couldst thou speak! That I might hear thee call great Caesar, ass, Unpolicy'd!

Char. O eastern star!

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

Char. O, break 1 O, break!

Cleo. As sweet as balm, as soft as air, as gentle— O Antony!—Nay, I will take thee too:—

[Applying another Asp to her Arm. What should I stay— [Dies.

Enter some of the Guard.

1 Guard Where is the queen? Char. Speak softly, wake her not.

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