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. [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 worm. [Exit. Cleo. Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have To praise my noble act; I hear him mock I give to baser life. So, have you done? [Kisses them. IRAS falls and dies. Have I the aspic in my lips? Dost fall? Which hurts, and is desired. Dost thou lie still? 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, thou mortal wretch, With thy sharp teeth this knot intrinsicate Char. Cleo. O Eastern star!· Peace, peace! Dost thou not see my baby at my breast, That sucks the nurse asleep! What should I stay Char. Of eyes again so royal! Your crown's awry; Enter the Guard, rushing in. 1 Guard. Where's the queen? Char. 1 Guard. Cæsar hath sentChar. Speak softly, wake her not. 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 beguiled. 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! Dol. How goes it here? 2 Guard. Dol. [Dies. Enter DOLABELLA. All dead. Cæsar, thy thoughts Touch their effects in this. Thyself art coming Within. A way there! a way for Cæsar! Enter CESAR and Attendants. Dol. O, sir, you are too sure an augurer; That you did fear, is done. Cæs. Bravest at the last. She levelled 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. O Cæsar, This Charmian lived but now; she stood, and spake. On her dead mistress; tremblingly she stood, O noble weakness! Cæs. In her strong toil of grace. 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 aspic's trail; and these fig-leaves Have slime upon them, such as the aspic leaves Upon the caves of Nile. Most probable, Cas. Of easy ways to die.-Take up her bed; Brought them to be lamented. Our army shall, [Exeunt. |