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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.
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,
Cleo. Hie thee again:
Char. Madam, I will. [Going.
Dol. Where is the queen?
Char. Behold, sir. [Exit.
Dol. Madam, as thereto sworn by your command,
Dol. I your servant.
Cleo. Farewell, and thanks. [Exit Dolabella,]
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
Cleo. Why, that's the way
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.
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,
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.
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.
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
[Kissing them. Iras Jails.
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:
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.