Cas. Nay, blush not, Cleopatra ; I approve Your wisdom in the deed. Cleo. See, Cæsar! O, behold, 150 How pomp is follow'd mine will now be yours; And, should we shift estates, yours would be mine. The ingratitude of this Seleucus does Go back, I warrant thee; but I'll catch thine Cæs. Good queen, let us entreat you. Cleo. O Cæsar, what a wounding shame is this, That thou, vouchsafing here to visit me, 160 Doing the honor of thy lordliness To one so meek, that mine own servant should Addition of his envy! Say, good Cæsar, As we greet modern friends withal; and say, smites me 170 Put we' the roll of conquest: still be 't yours, Bestow it at your pleasure; and believe, Cæsar's no merchant, to make prize with you Of things that merchants sold. Therefore be cheer'd ; Make not your thoughts your prisons: no, dear queen; For we intend so to dispose you as sleep : Feed, and Our care and pity is so much upon you, That we remain your friend; and so, adieu. 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. Clown. I wish you all joy of the worm. [Setting down his basket. Cleo. Farewell. Clown. You must think this, look you, the worm will do his kind. Cleo. Ay, ay; farewell. 260 that 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? 271 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. 280 Clown. Yes, forsooth; I wish you joy o' the worm. [Exit. Antony call; 1 see him rouse himself To praise my noble act; hear him mock I give to baser life. So; have you done? If thus thou vanishest, thou tell'st the world It is not worth leave-taking. 301 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, [To an asp, which she applies to her breast. Char. O eastern star ! Peace, peace! That sucks the nurse asleep? Char. O Antony!-Nay, I will take thee too. Now boast thee, death, in thy possession lies A lass unparallel'd. Downy windows, close; And golden Phoebus never be beheld 320 Of eyes again so royal! Your crown's awry ; I'll mend it, and then play. Enter the Guard, rushing in. First Guard. Where is the queen? Too slow a messenger. [Applies an asp. O, come apace, dispatch! I partly feel thee." First Guard. Approach, ho! All's not well Cæsar's beguiled. |