Cleo. Sir, I will eat no meat; I'll not drink, The little O, the earth. sir: If idle talk will once be necessary, I'll not sleep neither: this mortal house I'll ruin, Pro. You do extend Dol. Most sovereign creature, Cleo. His legs bestrid the ocean: his reared arm Crested the world: his voice was propertied As all the tuned spheres, and that to friends; But when he meant to quail and shake the orb, He was a rattling thunder. For his bounty, There was no winter in 't; an autumn 't was, That grew the more by reaping: his delights Were dolphin-like; they shewed his back above The element they lived in: in his livery Walked crowns and crownets; realms and islands Cleo. You lie, up to the hearing of the gods! But if there be or ever were one such, It's past the size of dreaming. Nature wants stuff To vie strange forms with fancy: yet to imagine (Which toward you are most gentle), you shall find That I some lady trifles have reserved, A benefit in this change: but if you seek Immoment toys, things of such dignity Intends his journey, and within three days Or I shall shew the cinders of my spirits Cleo. Dolabella, I shall remain your debtor. Dol. I your servant. Adieu, good queen: I must attend on Cæsar. Thou, an Egyptian puppet, shalt be shewn Not what you have reserved, nor what acknowl- Uplift us to the view: in their thick breaths, edged, Put we i' the roll of conquest: still be it yours, Of things that merchants sold. Therefore be Cleo. Nay, 't is most certain, Iras: saucy lictors Will catch at us like strumpets, and scald rhymers Ballad us out o' tune: the quick comedians Make not your thoughts your prisons; no, dear Extemporally will stage us, and present Cleo. Give me my robe; put on my crown. I Immortal longings in me: now no more To praise my noble act: I hear him mock Cleo. Remember'st thou any that have died I give to baser life. So; have you done? 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 o' the worm. Cleo. Farewell. [Clown sets down the basket. 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. 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. Come, then, and take the last warmth of my lips. Char. Dissolve, thick cloud, and rain: that I may say, The gods themselves do weep! |