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Though they had wings: Slave, soulless Villain, Dog!
To one so meek-that mine own servant should
For Livia and Octavia, to induce
Their mediation; must I be unfolded
With one that I have bred? The Gods! it smites me
Or I shall shew the cinders of my spirits
Through the ashes of my chance: wert thou a man,
CLEO. Be it known that we, the greatest, are mis
For things that others do; and, when we fall,
We answer others' merits in our name;
Are therefore to be pitied.
Not what you have reserv'd, nor what acknowledg'd,
Bestow it at your pleasure; and believe,
Yourself shall give us counsel. Feed, and sleep:
That we remain your friend; and so, adieu.
Of things that merchants sold. Therefore be cheer'd;
[Flourish. Exeunt CESAR and his Train. CLEO. He words me, Girls, he words me, that I should not Be noble to myself: but, hark thee, Charmian. [whispers CHARMIAN. IRAS. Finish, good Lady; the bright day is done, And we are for the dark.
Madam, I will.
DOL. Where is the Queen?
DOL. Madam, as thereto sworn by your command,
Intends his journey; and, within three days,
I shall remain your debtor.
Our Alexandrian revels; Antony
Shall be brought drunken forth, and I shall see
O the good Gods!
CLEO. Nay, that's certain.
Shew me, my Women, like a Queen. Go fetch
To meet Mark Antony: sirrah Iras, go.
Now, noble Charmian, we'll dispatch indeed;
And, when thou hast done this chare, I'll give thee leave
To play till Doomsday. Bring our crown and all.
Here is a rural fellow
CLEO. Let him come in.
I am marble-constant; now the fleeting Moon
Re-enter Guardsman, with Clown, bringing in a basket.
CLOWN. 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 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.
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.
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
CLEO. Well, get thee gone; farewell.
Re-enter IRAs, with a robe, crown, etc.
CLEO. Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have
Yare, yare, good Iras; quick! Methinks I hear
I give to baser life. So; have you done?
CHAR. Dissolve, thick Cloud, and rain; that I may say
The Gods themselves do weep!
Be angry, and dispatch. O, could'st thou speak,
O eastern Star!
[applying another asp to her arm. [dies.
What should I stay-