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Though they had wings: Slave, soulless Villain, Dog!
O rarely base!
Good Queen, let us entreat you.
That—thou vouchsafing here to visit me,
Thou would'st have mercy on me.
[Exit SELEUCUS. CLEO. Be it known that we, the greatest, are mis
Are therefore to be pitied.
That we remain your friend; and so, adieu.
Not so. Adieu.
[whispers CHARMIAN. IRAS. Finish, good Lady; the bright day is done,
And we are for the dark. CLEO.
Hie thee again: I have spoke already, and it is provided ;
Go put it to the haste. CHAR.
Madam, I will.
Dol. Where is the Queen?
Dolabella! Dol. Madam, as thereto sworn by your command, Which
love makes religion to obey,
Your pleasure and my promise.
Dolabella, I shall remain
your servant. Adieu, good Queen; I must attend on Cæsar. CLEO. Farewell, and thanks.
Now, Iras, what think'st thou?
The Gods forbid !
Will catch at us, like strumpets; and scald rhymers
Our Alexandrian revels; Antony
I’ the posture of a whore.
O the good Gods !
Are stronger than mine eyes.
Why, that's the way
Enter a Guardsman.
Here is a rural fellow
He brings you figs.
What poor an instrument
Re-enter Guardsman, with Clown, bringing in a basket.
This is the man.
CLOWN. Truly I have him ; but I would not be the party ACT V
that should desire you to touch him, for his biting is Sc. II immortal: those that do die of it do seldom or never
recover. CLEO. Remember'st thou any that have died 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 sav’d 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. 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. CLOWN. Yes, forsooth; I wish you joy o'the worm. [exit.
Yare, yare, good Iras; quick! Methinks I hear
[kisses them. IRAs falls and dies.
It is not worth leave-taking.
The Gods themselves do weep!
This proves me base :
Wretch, [to an asp, which she applies to her breast.
angry, and dispatch. O, could'st thou speak,
O eastern Star!
That sucks the nurse asleep?
O, break! O, break!
[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