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Some squeaking Cleopatra boy* my greatness
l'the posture of a whore.

O the good gods !
Cleo. Nay, that is certain.

Iras. I'll never see it ; for, I am sure, my nails
Are stronger than mine eyes.

Why, that's the way
To fool their preparation, and to conquer
Their most absurd 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 :-Sirrah, Iras, go.-
Now, noble Charmian, we'll despatch indeed :
And when thou hast done this charet, I'll give thee

1 leave
To play till dooms-day.—Bring our crown and ah.
Wherefore's this noise ?

[Exit Iras. A noise within.

Enter one of the Guard.

Here is a rural fellow,
That will not be denied your highness' presence;
He brings you figs.
Cleo. Let him come in. How poor an instru-

[Exit Guard.
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.
Re-enter Guard, with a Clown bringing a basket.

This is the man.
Cleo. Avoid, and leave him. (Exit Guard,
Hast thou the pretty worm g of Nilus there,
That kills and pains not?
* Female characters were played by boys. of Job of werk,
I Inconstant.

§ Serpent.

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 pains 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.
Cleo. 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.

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.
Clown. Yes, forsooth; I wish you joy of the

Re-enter Iras, with a robe, crown, &c.
Cleo. Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have
Immortal longings in me: Now no more

* Act according to his nature,


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:
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.

[Kisses them. Iras falls and dies.
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, 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, could'st thou speak !
That I might hear thee call great Cæsar, ass

Char. O eastern star!

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

0, 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

[Falls on a bed, and dies. * Make haste.

+ Unpolitic, to leave me to myself.

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 Phoebus never be beheld Of eyes again so royal! Your crown's awry; I'll mend it, and then play.

Enter the Guard, rushing in. i Guard. Where is the queen? Char.

Speak softly, wake her not.. 1 Guard. Cæsar hath sentChar.

Too slow a messenger.

[Applies 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. Ah, soldier !

Enter Dolabella. Dol. How goes it here? 2 Guard.

All dead. Dol.

Cæsar, thy thoughts Touch their effects in this : Thyself art coming To see perform’d the dreaded act, which thou So sought'st to hinder. Within.

A way there, way for Cæsar! Enter Cæsar, and Attendants. Dol. O, sir, you are too sure an augurer ; That you did fear, is done. Cæs.

Bravest at the last : She veli'd at our purposes, and, being royal, Took her own way.-The manner of their deaths ? I do not see them bleed.





Who was last with them? 1 Guard. A simple countryman, that brought her

figs; This was his basket. Cæs.

Poison'd then. 1 Guard.

O Cæsar, This Charmian liv'd but now; she stood, and spake: I found her trimming up the diadem On her dead mistress; tremblingly she stood, And on the sudden dropp'd. Ces.

O noble weakness ! If they had swallow'd poison, 'twould appear By external swelling : but she looks like sleep, As she would catch another Antony In her stidng toil of grace*. Dol.

Here, on her breast, There is a vent of blood, and something blown: The like is on her arm. i Guard. This is an aspick’s trail : and these fig

leaves Have slime upon them, such as the aspick leaves Upon the caves of Nile. Cæs.

Most probable, That so she died; for her physician tells me, She hath pursu'd conclusionst infinite Of easy ways to die.-Take up her bed ; And bear her women from the monument : She shall be buried by her Antony: No grave upon the earth shall clipi in it A pair so famous. High events as these Strike those that make them : and their story is No less in pity, than his glory, which Brought them to be lamented. Our army shall, In solemn show, attend this funeral ; And then to Rome.-Come, Dolabella, see High order in this great solemnity. (Exeunt.

* Graceful appearance. + Tried experiments.


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