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Iras. Finish, good Lady, the bright day is done)
Cleo. Hie thee again,
it to the hafte. Cbar. Madam, I will.
Dol. Madam, as thereto sworn, bý your command,
Dol. I your servant.
Cleo. Farewel, and thanks. Now, Iras, what think it thou ?
Iras. The Gods forbid !
• Heretofore the parts of womea were acted upon the fage by boys,
Tras. O the good Gods !
Iras. I'll never see it; for I'm sure my nails
Cleo. Why, that's the way
[ A noise wirbin, Wherefore this noise ?
Enter a Guardsman.
Enter Guardsman, and Clown with a basket.
[Exit Guardsman. 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 defire you to touch him, for his biting is immortal: those that do die of it, do seldom or never re
Cleo. Remember’ft thou any that have dy'd on't ?
I heard of one of them no longer than yesterday, a very honest wo
man, but something given to lie, as a woman should not do, but in the way of honesty. How the dy'd of the bit. ing of it, what pain the felt ! truly, the makes a very good report o'th' worm : but he that will believe half that they say, shall never be saved by all that they do ; but this is most fallible, the worm's an odd worm,
Cleo. Get thee hence, farewel.
Clown. You must think this, look you, that the worm will do his kind,
Cleo. Ay, ay, farewel.
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 no care, it shall be heeded.
Clown. Very good : give it nothing I pray you, for it is aot worth the feeding.
Cleo. Will it eat me ?
Clown. You must not think I am so fimple, 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. whore-lon 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, farewel.
Come then, and take the latt
, warmth of my lipse Farewel, kind Charmian; Iras, long farewel. [Kiffing them. Have I the aspick in my lips ? doft fall ?'
[To Iras, who falls down, If thou and nature can fo gently part, The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch, Which hurts, and is desir’d. Dost thou lye fill? If thus thou vanishest, thou tell’At the world It is not worth leave-taking.
[Iras dies, Char. Diffolve, thick cloud, and rain, that I may fay, The Gods themselves do weep!
Cleo. This proves me base-
[To the Serpent, applying it to ber breas,
Cbar. Oh eastern star!
Cleo. Peace, peace !
Cbar. O break! O break!
Cleo. As sweet as balm, as soft as air, as gentle. O Antony ! nay, I will take thee too.
[ Applying anorber Afp to ber arm. What should I ftay
Enter the Guard rushing in.
Cafar hath sent -- (Charmian applies the
Çbar. Too low a messenger.
I Guard. Approach, ho! all's not well: Cæfar's beguild. 2 Cuard. There's Dolabella sent from Casar;, cail him., i Guard. What work is here, Charmian? is this well done?
Char. It is well done, and fitting for a Princess
(Charmian diese Enter Dolabella, Dol. How goes it here? 2 Guard. All dead!
Dal. Cæfar, thy thoughts
Enter Cæfar and Attendants,
Dol. Oh, Sir, you are too sure an augurer ;
Cæf. Bravest at last,
Dol. Who was last with them?
1 Guard. A fimple countryman, that brought her figs s This was hịs basket.
Cæs. Poison'd then!
1 Guard. Oh Cæfar!
Caef. Oh noble weakness !
Dol. Here on her breast