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Our care and pity is so much upon you,
Cleo. My master, and my lord!
Not so: Adieu. [E.reunt CÆSAR, and his Train. Cleo. He words me, girls, he words me, that I
should not Be noble to myself: but hark thee, Charmian.
Hie thee again :
Madam, I will.
Behold, sir. (Exit CHARMIAN.
Dolabella? Dol. Madam, as thereto sworn by your command, Which my 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
, and thanks. (Exit Dou.] Now,
Iras, what think'st thou?
greasy aprons, rules, and hammers, shall Uplift us to the view; in their thick breaths,
Rank of gross diet, shall we be enclouded,
The gods forbid !
O the good gods !
Iras. I'll never see it; for, I am sure, my nails
Why, that's the
way To fool their preparation, and to conquer Their most absurd intents.--Now, Charmian :
Show me, my women, like a queen ;--Go fetch
[Exit Iras. A Noise within.
- and scald rhymers] Scald was a word of contempt implying poverty, disease, and filth.
's the quick comedians-] The lively, inventive, quickwitted comedians.
boy my greatness -] The parts of women were acted on the stage by boys.
Enter one of the Guard.
Here is a rural fellow,
[Exit Guard 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.
Re-enter Guard, with a Clown bringing a Basket. Guard.
This is the man. Cleo. Avoid, and leave him. [Erit Guard. Hast thou the pretty worm of Nilus there, That kills and pains not?
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
- now the fleeting moon-] Fleeting is inconstant.
the pretty worm of Nilus-] Worm is the Teutonick word for serpent ; we have the blind-worm and slow-worm still in our language, and the Norwegians call an enormous monster, seen sometimes in the Northern ocean, the sea-worm.
be saved by half that they do: But this is most fallible, the worm's an odd worm.
Cleo.. Get thee hence; 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 bimself 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. .
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 To praise my noble act; I hear him mock The luck of Cæsar, which the gods give men
will do his kind.] The serpent will act according to his
* Yare, yare.] i. e. make haste, be nimble, be ready,
To excuse their after wrath : Husband, I come:
[Kisses them. IRAs falls and dies.
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, mortal
wretch, [To the Asp, which she applies to her Breast. With thy sharp teeth this knot intrinsicate Of life at once untie: poor venomous fool, Be angry, and despatch. O, could'st thou speak! That I might hear thee call great Cæsar, ass Unpolicied!
· Have I the aspick in my lips?] Are my lips poison'd by the aspick, that my kiss has destroyed thee?
- Dost fau?) Iras must be supposed to have applied an asp to her arm while her mistress was scttling her dress, or I know not why she should fall so soon. Steevens.
* He'll make demand of her ;] He will enquire of her concern. ing me, and kiss her for giving him intelligence.
Unpolicied!) i. e. an ass without more policy than to leave the means of death within my reach, and thereby deprive his triumph of its noblest decoration.