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(Exit, Cleo. Dolabella?
Dol. Madam, as thereto sworn by your command,
Now, Ii. what think'st thou ?
Cleo. Nay, 'tis most certain, Iras; Saucy lictors
Iras. O the good gods.
Iras. I'll never see't; for, I am sure, my nails
Cleo. Why, that's the way
Enter CHARMIAN. Show me, my women, like a queen; go fetch My best attires ;-I am again for Cydnus, To meet Mark Antony :-Iras, go. Now, noble Charmian, we'll despatch, indeed : And when thou hast done this chare, I'll give thee
leave To play till dooms-day.-Bring our crown and all.
[Erit Iras.-CHARMIAN falls to adjusting
CLEOPATRA's Dress --Noise within. Wherefore's this noise?
Enter some of the GUARD.
poor an instrument
Enter GUARD, with the Clown.
[Erit GUARD. Hast thou the pretty worm of Nilus there, That kills and pains not?
Cloun. Truly, I have him; but I would not be the party that should desire you to touch him, for bis biting is immortal; those that do die of it, do seldom
or never recover.
Cleo. Remember'st thou any that have dy'd 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.
[Setting down his Basket. Cleo. Farewell.
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.
Cloun. Very good: give it nothing, I pray you, for it is not worth the feeding.
Cleo. Well, get thee gone; farewell.
[Goes to a Bed, or Sofa, which she ascends ;
her Womer 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
[Kissing them. Iras falls.
Cleo. This proves me base:
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:
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
[Dies. Enter some of the Guard. 1 Guard. Where is the queen ? Chur. Speak softly, wake her not.
1 Guard. Cæsar hath sento Char. 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
beguild. 2 Guard. There's Dolabella, sent from Cæsar: call
him. i Guard. What work is here!Charmian, is this well done?
Char. Iris well done, and fitting for a princess
(Dies. Enter DOLABELLA. Dol. How goes it here? 2 Guard. All dead.
Dol. Cæsar, thy thoughts
Enter CÆSAR and Train.
Oct. Brav'st at the last :
Dol. Who was last with them?
figs; This was his basket.
Oct. Poisoned, then.
Dol. Here, on her breast,
[Pointing to the Floor.