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. Cleo. Farewell. [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, &c. [Exit. 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? IRAS falls. 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; 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 ? [Dies. 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. 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 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: [Dies. 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, [Exeunt. THE END. 71 1. AA A 30 |