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Enter Dolabella.
Dol. Where is the queen?
Char. Behold, sir.

[Exit. Cleo. Dolabella?

Dol. Madam, as thereto sworn by your command, Which


love makes religion to obey,
I tell you this: Cæsar through Syria
Intends his journey; and, within three days,
You with your children will he send before :
Make your best use of this: I have perform'd
Your pleasure, and my promise.

Cleo. Dolabella,
I shall remain your debtor.

Dol. I your servant.
Adieu, good queen; I must attend on Cæsar.
Cleo. Farewell, and thanks. [Exit Dolabella,]

Now, Iras, what think'st thou ?
Thou, an Egyptian puppet, shalt be shown
In Rome, as well as I: mechanic slaves,
With greasy aprons, rules, and hammers, shall
Uplift us to the view; in their thick breaths,
Rank of gross diet, shall we be enclouded,
And forc'd to drink their vapour.

Iras. The gods forbid !

Cleo. Nay, 'tis most certain, Iras: Saucy lictors
Will catch at us, like strumpets; and scald rhimers
Ballad us out o'tune : the quick comedians
Extemporally will stage us, and present
Our Alexandrian revels.

Iras. O the good gods.
Cleo. Nay, this is certain.

Iras. I'll never see't; for, I am sure, my nails
Are stronger than mine eyes.

Cleo. Why, that's the way
To fool their preparation, and to conquer
Their most assurd intents.--Now, Charmian?

Enter CHARMIAN, Show me, my women, like a queen; go fetch My best attires;- 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.

[Exit Iras.—Charmian falls to adjusting

Cleopatra's Dress.- Noise within. Wherefore's this noise?

Enter some of the Guard.
1 Guard. Here is a rural fellow,
That will not be deny'd your highness' presence;
He brings you figs.
Cleo. Let him come in. [Exeunt Guard.] How

poor an instrument
May do a noble deed! he brings me liberty.
My resolution's plac'd, and I have nothing
Of woman in me. Now from head to foot
I am marble constant: now the fleeting moon
No planet is of mine.

Enter Guard, with the Clown.
1 Guard. This is the man.
Cleo. Avoid and leave him.

[E.rit 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 his 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.
Clown. I wish

you all joy of the worm.

[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.

Clown. Very good : give it nothing, I pray you, for it is not worth the feeding.

Cleo. Well, get thee gone; farewell.
Clown. Yes, forsooth: I wish you joy of the worm.

Enter Iras, with Robe, &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
To praise my noble act; I hear him mock
The luck of Cæsar, which the gods give men,
To excuse their after wrath : Husband, I come:

[Goes to a Bed, or sofa, which she ascends ;

her Women 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
I give to baser life. So, have


done? Come then, and take the last warmth of my lips. Farewell, kind Charmian ;—Iras, long farewell.

[Kissing them. Iras Jails. Have I the aspick 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 desir'd. Dost thou lie still? If thus thou vanishest, thou tell'st the world It is not worth leave-taking. Char. Dissolve, thick cloud, and rain; that I may

say, The gods theinselves 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, 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 :
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. Enter some of the Guard. 1 Guard Where is the queen? Char. Speak softly, wake her not.

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