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And we are for the dark.
Cleo. Hie thee again :
[Exit CHARMIAN. Cleo. Dolabelia ?
Dol. Madam, as thereto sworn by your command,
Dol. I your servant.
Iras, what think'st thou?
Iras. The gods forbid !
Cleo. Nay, 'tis most certain, Iras : Saucy lictors
Iras. O the good gods !
Iras. I'll never see it ; for, I am sure, my nails
Cleo. Why, that is the way To fool their preparation, and to conquer Their most absurd intents. Now, Charmian ? Scald-a word of contempt implying poverty, disease, and filtb. JOH. 15] The parts of women were acted on the stage by boys. HANMER
Enter one of the Guard.
I am marble-constant: now the fleeting moon
Re-enter Guard, with a Clown bringing a basket.
[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 recover.
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 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. You must think this, look you, that the worm will do his kind.
Cleo. Ay, ay ; farewell.  Worm is the Teutonick word for ser pent; we have the blind-worm and slow-worm still in our language, and the Norwegians call an enormous monster, seen sometimes in the northern ocean, the sea.worm JOHNS.
And we are for
Cleo. Hie the
Dol. Where is
Dol. Madam, a
Dol. I your serva
Iras. The gods for
Cleo. Nay, 'tis most
Iras. O the good goc
Iras. I'll never see i
Cleo. Why, that is t To fool their preparat: Their most absurd int:
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That I might hear thee call great Cæsar, ass
Char. O eastern star !
Cleo. Peace, peace !
Char. O, break! O, break !
[Applying another ash to her arm. What should I stay
[Falls on a bed, and dies. Char. In this wild world ?-So, fare thee well.Now boast thee, death ! in thy possession lies A lass unparallel'd.-Downy windows, close ;? And golden Phæbus never be beheld Of eyes again so royal ! Your crown's awry ; I'll amend it, and then play.
Enter the Guard, rushing in. 1 Guard. Where is the queen? Char. Speak softly, wake her not. 1 Guard. Cæsar hath sentChar. Too slow a messsenger. [Applies the asp. -0, come ; apace, despatch : I partly feel thee. 1Guard.Approach,ho! All's not well: Cæsar's beguild. 2Guard. There's Dolabella sent from Cæsar;-call him. 1Guard. 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. h, soldier !
[Dies. Enter DOLABELLA. Dol. How goes it here?
Guard. All dead. Dol. Cæsar, thy thoughts such their effects in this: Thyself art coming
see perform’d the dreaded act, which thou sought'st to hinder. Within. A way there, way for Cæsar!
Enter Cæsar, and Attendants. ol. O, sir, you are too sure an augurer ; at you did fear, is done. es. Bravest at the last :
leveli'd at our purposes, and, being royal, 2.Charmian, in saying this, must be conceived to close Cleopatra's eyes á of the first ceremonies performed towards a dead body. RITSON.
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. 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.
Re-enter Iras, with a Robe, Crown, GC.
[Kisses them. Iras falls and dies. Have I the aspick in my lipsDost 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,
[70 the asp, which she applies to her breast. With thy sharp teeth this knot intrinsicate Of life at once untie : poor venomous fool, Be angry, and despatch. O, couldst thou speak!