Cleo. Remember'ft 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 honeft woman, but something given to lie, as a woman fhould not do, but in the way of honefty. How she dy'd of the biting of it, what pain fhe felt! truly, fhe makes a very good report o' th' worm: but he, that will believe half that they fay, fhall never be faved by all that they do but this is moft fallible, the worm's an odd worm.

Cleo. Get thee hence, farewel.

Clown. I wish you all joy of the worm.
Cleo. Farewel.

Clown. You must think this, look you, that the worm will do his kind.

Cleo, Ay, ay, farewel.

Clown. Look you, the worm is not to be trufted but in the keeping of wife people; for, indeed, there, is no goodness in the worm.

Cleo. Take thou no care, it fhall 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 fo fimple, but I know the devil himfelf will not eat a woman : I know, that a woman is a dish for the Gods, if the devil dress her not. But, truly, thefe fame whore-fon 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, farewel.

Clown. Yes, forfooth, I wish you joy o' th' worm.

[Exit.

Cleo. IVE me my Robe, put on my Crown;

GIV

I have

Immortal Longings in me. Now no more
The juice of Egypt's grape fhall moist this lip.

Yare,

Yare, yare, good Iras; quick-methinks, I hear
Antony call, I fee him roufe himself

To praife my noble act. I hear him mock
The luck of Cafar, which the Gods give men
T' excufe their after-wrath. Husband, I come;
Now to that name my courage prove my title!
I am fire, and air; my other elements

I give to bafer life. So have you done?
Come then, and take the last warmth of my lips.
Farewel, kind Charmian; Iras, long farewel.
[Applying the afp.
Have I the afpic in my lips? dost fall ?
If thou and nature can fo gently part,
The ftroke of death is as a lover's pinch,
Which hurts, and is defir'd.

[To Iras.

Doft thou lie ftill? If thus thou vanifheft, thou tell'ft the world, It is not worth leave taking.

[Iras dies.

Char. Diffolve, thick Cloud, and rain, that I may

The Gods themfelves do weep.

Cleo. This proves me base

If fhe first meet the curled Antony,

[fay,

He'll make demand of her, and spend that kifs, Which is my heav'n to have. Come, mortal wretch, With thy fharp teeth this knot intrinficate

[To the ferpent. Of life at once untie: poor venomous fool,

Be angry, and difpatch. Oh, could't thou speak, That I might hear thee call great Cæfar afs, Unpolicied!

Char. O eaftern star !

Cleo. Peace, peace!

Doft thou not fee my baby at my breaft,

That fucks the nurse asleep?

Char. O break! O break!

Cleo. As fweet as balm, as foft as air, as gentle,

O Antony!Nay, I will take thee too.

[Applying another afp to her Arm.

What fhould I ftay

[Dies.

Char.

Char. In this wild world? fo fare thee well:
Now, boaft thee, Death, in thy poffeffion lies
A lafs unparallel'd-Downy windows, clofe;
And golden Phœbus never be beheld

Of eyes again fo royal! your Crown's awry;
I'll mend it, and then play-

Enter the Guard, rushing in.

1 Guard. Where's the Queen; Char. Speak foftly, wake her not. 1 Guard. Cæfar hath fent

[Charmian applies the afp.

Char. Too flow a meffenger.

Oh, come apace, difpatch, I partly feel thee. 1 Guard. Approach, ho! all's not well. Cæfar's beguil'd.

2 Guard. There's Dolabella fent from Cafar; call him.

1 Guard. What work is here, Charmian? is this well done?

Char. It is well done, and fitting for a Princess Defcended of so many royal Kings.

Ah, foldiers !

[Charmian dies.

Enter Dolabella.

Dol. How goes it here?

2 Guard. All dead!

Dol. Cæfar, thy thoughts

Touch their effects in this; thyself art coming
To fee perform'd the dreaded act, which thou
So fought'ft to hinder.

Enter Cæfar and Attendants.

All. Make way there, make way for Cæfar. Dol. Oh, Sir, you are too fure an augurer; That, you did fear, is done.

Caf. Braveft at laft:

She levell'd at our purpose, and, being royal,

Took

Took her own way. The manner of their deaths ?— I do not fee them bleed.

Dol. Who was laft with them?

1 Guard. A fimple countryman, that brought her figs:

This was his basket.
Caf. Poifon'd then!

1 Guard. Oh Cæfar!

This Charmian liv'd but now, fhe flood and spake
I found her trimming up the diadem

On her dead miftrefs; tremblingly fhe flood,
And on the fudden dropt.

Caf. Oh noble weakness!

If they had fwallow'd poifon, 'twould appear
By external fwelling; but fhe looks like fleep;
As fhe would catch another Antony

In her ftrong toil of grace.

Dol. Here, on her breaft,

There is a vent of blood, and fomething blown : The like is on her arm.

1 Guard. This an afpic's trail;

And these fig-leaves have flime upon them, such
As th' afpic leaves upon the caves of Nile.
Caf. Moft probable,

That fo fhe dy'd; for her phyfician tells me,

She has purfu'd conclufions infinite

Of eafy ways to die. Take up her bed,

And bear her women from the monument:
She fhall be buried by her Antony.

No grave upon the earth fhall clip in it,

A pair fo famous.

High events as these
Strike thofe that make them; and their story is
No lefs in pity, than his glory, which

Brought them to be lamented. Our army fhall,
In folemn fhew, attend this funeral;
And then to Rome: come, Dolabella, see
High order in this great folemnity.

[Exeunt omnes.

GYM

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CYMBELINE,

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TRAGEDY.

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