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My resolution's plac'd, and I have nothing
[Exit Guard. Haft thou the pretty worm of Nilus there,(8) That kills and pains not?
Clown. Truly I have him : but I would not be the party should desire you to touch him, for his biting is immortal ; 'thofe, that do die of it, do feldom or never
Cleo. Remember'i 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 bonefty : How the dy'd 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 faved by half that they do. But this is most fallible, the worm's an odd worm. Cleo. Get thee hence
farewel. Clown. I wish you all joy of the worm. Clea. Farewel. Clown. You must think this, look you, that the worm will do his kind.(9)
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 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
(7) Alluding to the Ægyptian devotion paid to the moon under the name of Ilis.
WARB. (8) Worm-is the Teutonick word for Serpent : we have the blindworm and Slow-worm ftill in our language, and the Norwegians call an enormous monfter, seen sometimes in the northern ocean, the Sea-worm. JOH.
(9) The serpent will act according to his nature. JOHNS,
not. But, truly, these fame whore-fon devils do the Gods great harm in their women ; for in every terr that they make, the devils mar five.
Cleo. Well, get thee gone ; farewel.
(Exit. Cleo. Give me my robe, put on my crown ; I have Immortal longings in me.
[ Applying the App.
(IRAs dies. Char. Diffolve, thick cloud, and rain ; that I may say, The Gods themselves do weep !
Cleo. This proves me base . If the first meet the curled Antony, He'll make demand of her ;(2) and spend that kifs, Which is my heaven to have.---Come, thou mortal wretch, With thy sharp teeth this knot intrinsicate (To the Serpent. Of life at once untie : poor venomous fool, Be angry, and dispatch. Oh, couldst thou speak, That I might hear thee call great Cæsar, ass Unpolicied!
Cbar. Oh eastern star !
Cleo. Peace, peace !
Char. O break! O break,!
(2). He will enquire of her concerning me, and kiss her for giving him intelligence. JOHNS.
Cleo. As sweet as balm, as foft as air, as gentle, 0 Antony !--Nay, I will take thee too :-
(Applying another Afp to her Arm. What should I stay
Enter the Guard, rushing in.
[CHARMIAN applies the Alp. Oh, come. Apace, dispatch:--I partly feel thee.
I Guard. Approach, ho! All’snot well : Cæfar's beguil'd.
well done ?
Dol. Cæfar, thry thoughts
Enter C.ESAR and Attendants.
Dol. O, fir, you are too sure an augurer !
Cæf. Bravest at the last : She levell’d at our purposes, and, being royal, Took her own way.-The manner of their deaths ?I do not see them bleed.
Dol. Who was last with them?
1 Guard. A simple countryman, that brought her figs; This was the basket.
Cafi Poison'd then!
1 Guard. Oh Cæfar,
Caf. Oh noble weakness !
Dol. Here on her breast
i Guard. This is an afpick's trail ; and these fig-leaves Have Nime upon them, such as the aspick leaves Upon the caves of Nile.
Caf. Most probable, That fo the dy'd; for her physician tells me, She has pursu'd conclusions 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 clip in it A pair so famous. High events as these Strike those that make them : and their story is No lefs in pity, than his glory, which Brought them to be lamented. Our army fall, In folemn shew, attend this funeral ; And then to Rome.--Come, Dolabella, see High order in this great folemnity. (Exeunt omnes,
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