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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.
271 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. 280 Clown. Yes, forsooth: I wish you joy o'_the
Re-enter IRAs with a robe, crown, & C. 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
*Ready. To praise my noble act; I hear him mock The luck of Cæsar, which the gods give men 289 To excuse their after wrath: husband, I come: 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? Come, then, and take the last warmth of my lips. Farewell, kind Charmian; Iras, long farewell.
. [Kisses them. Tras falls and dies. Have I the aspic in my lips? Dost fall ? If thou and nature can so gently part, The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch, Which hurts, and is desired. Dost thou lie still? If thus thou vanishest, thou tell'st the world 300 It is not worth leave-taking. Char. Dissolve, thick cloud, and rain; that I
may say, The gods themselves do weep!
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!
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. Char. In this vile world ? So, fare thee well. 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 ? Char.
Speak softly, wake her not. First Guard. Cæsar hath sentChar.
Too slow a messenger.
[Applies an asp O, come apace, dispatch! I partly feel thee. First Guard. Approach, ho! All's not well.
Cæsar; call him.
is this well done? Char. It is well done, and fitting for a princess Descended of so many royal kings.
330 Ah, soldier!
Cæsar, thy thoughts Touch their effects in this: thyself art coming To see perform’d the dreaded act which thou So sought'st to hinder.
[Within ‘A way there, a way for Cæsar!' Re-enter CÆSAR and all his train, marching. Dol. O sir, you are too sure an augurer; That you
did fear is done. Cæs.
Bravest at the last, She levell’d at our purposes, and, being royal, 339 Took her own way. The manner of their deaths ? I do not see them bleed. Dol.
Who was last with them ? First Guard. A simple countryman, that
brought her figs: This was his basket. Cæs.
Poison'd, then. First Guard.
O noble weakness!
350 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. First Guard. This is an aspic's trail: and these
Of easy ways to die. Take up her bed;