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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

[Exit.

worm.

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!

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.
With thy sharp teeth this knot intrinsicate*
Of life at once untie: poor venomous fool, *Intricate.
Be angry, and dispatch. O, couldst thou speak,
That I might hear thee call great Cæsar ass 310
Unpolicied!

Char. O eastern star!
Cleo.

Peace, peace!
Dost thou not see my baby at my breast,
That sucks the nurse asleep?
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. 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's beguiled.
Sec. Guard. There's Dolabella sent from

Cæsar; call him.
First Guard. What work is here! Charinian,

is this well done? Char. It is well done, and fitting for a princess Descended of so many royal kings.

330 Ah, soldier!

[Dies.

Re-enter DOLABELLA.
Dol. How goes it here?
Sec. Guard.

All dead.
Dol.

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 Cæsar,
This Charmian lived but now; she stood and

spake:
I found her trimming up the diadem
On her dead mistress; tremblingly she stood
And on the sudden dropp'd.
Cæsar.

O noble weakness!
If they had swallow'd poison, 'twould appear
By external swelling: but she looks like sleep,
As she would catch another Antony

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

fig-leaves
Have slime upon them, such as the aspic leaves
Upon the caves of Nile.
Cæs.

Most probable
That so she died; for her physician tells me
She hath pursued conclusions infinite

*Enclose.

Of easy ways to die. Take up her bed;
And bear her women from the monument: 360
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 less in pity than his glory which
Brought them to be lamented. Our army shall
In solemn show attend this funeral;
And then to Rome. Come, Dolabella, see
High order in this great solemnity. [Exeunt.

CYMBELINE.

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