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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.
Clown. Yes, forsooth: I wish you joy of the worm.
Enter IRAS, with Robe, &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:
[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?
Have I the aspick in my lips? Dost fall?
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
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 Cæsar, 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! 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
Enter some of the Guard.
1 Guard. Where is the queen ?
1 Guard. Cæsar hath sentChar. Too slow a messenger.
[Applying the Asp.
O, come apace, despatch; I partly feel thee.
1 Guard. Approach, ho! All's not well: Cæsar's beguil❜d.
2 Guard. There's Dolabella, sent from Cæsar: call him.
1 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.
Dol. How goes it here?
2 Guard. All dead.
Dol. Cæsar, thy thoughts
Touch their effects in this: Thyself art coming
Enter CESAR and Train.
Dol. O, sir, you are too sure an augurer; That you did fear, is done.
Oct. Brav'st at the last:
She level'd at our purposes, and, being royal,
Dol. Who was last with them?
1 Guard. A simple countryman, that brought her figs;
This was his basket.
Oct. Poisoned, then.
Dol. Here, on her breast,
There is a vent of blood, and something blown:
The like is on her arm.
1 Guard. This is an aspick's trail;
[Pointing to the Floor.
And these fig-leaves have slimé upon them, such
That so she dy'd: for her physician tells me,
Of easy ways to die.-Take up her bed;
Brought them to be lamented. Our army shall,
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