Cas. You shall advise je st all for Cleopatra. Cleo. This is the brie o money, plate, and jewels,

b. 9

I am possess'd of: 'tis exactly valued;

Not petty things admitted.-Where's Seleucus?
Sel. Here, madam.

Cleo. This is my treasurer; let him speak, my lord,

Upon his peril, that I have reserved

To myself nothing. Speak the truth, Seleucus.
Sel. Madam,

I had rather seel my lips, than, to my peril,
Speak that which is not.

Cleo. What have I kept back?

Sel. Enough to purchase what you have made

known.

Cas. Nay, blush not, Cleopatra ; I approve Your wisdom in the deed.

Cleo. See, Cæsar! O, behold,

How pomp is follow'd! Mine will now be yours; And, should we shift estates, yours would be mine. The ingratitude of this Seleucus does

Even make me wild :-0 slave, of no more trust Than love that's hired!--What, goest thou back? Thou shalt

Go back, I warrant thee; but I'll catch thine eyes, Though they had wings: Slave, soul-less villain, dog!

O rarely base!

Cas. Good queen, let us entreat you.

Cleo. O Cæsar, what a wounding shame is this; That, thou vouchsafing here to visit me,

Doing the honour of thy lordliness

To one so meek, that mine own servant should
Parcel the sum of my disgraces by
Addition of his envy! Say, good Cæsar,
That I some lady trifles have reserved,
Inimoment toys, things of such dignity
As we greet modern 6 friends withal; and say,
Some nobler token I have kept apart
For Livia, and Octavia T, to induce
Their mediation; must I be unfolded

With one that I have bred? The gods! It smites

me

. Sew up.

Add to.

Cæsar's wife, and

+ Uncommonly. § Common. Sister.

Beneath the fall I

Pr'ythee, go hence;

[To Seleucus. Or I shall shew th eders of my spirits Through the ashes of my chance:-Wert thou a

man,

Thou wouldst have mercy on me.

Cas. Forbear, Seleucus.

[Exit Seleucus.

Cleo. Be it known, that we, the greatest, are mis

thought

For things that others do; and, when we fall,
We answer others' merits+ in our name,

Are therefore to be pitied.

Cas. Cleopatra,

Not what you have reserved, nor what acknow-
Jedged,

Put we i' the roll of conquest: still be it yours,
Bestow it at your pleasure; and believe,

Cæsar's no merchant, to make prize with you
Of things that merchants sold. Therefore be
cheer'd ;

Make not your thoughts your prisons: no, dear queen;

For we intend so to dispose you, as

Yourself shall give us counsel. Feed, and sleep:
Our care and pity is so much upon you,

That we remain your friend; and so adieu.
Cleo. My master, and my lord!

Cas. Not so: Adieu.

[Exeunt Casar, 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.

Cleo. Hie thee again:

I have spoke already, and it is provided;

Go, put it to the haste.

Char. Madam, I will.

Re-enter DOLABELLA.

Dol. Where is the queen ?

Char. Behold, Sir.

Cleo. Dolabella?

[Exit Charmian.

Dol. Madam, as thereto sworn by your command, Which my love makes religion to obey,

I tell you this: Cæsar through Syria

• Fire. VOL. V.

+ Merits or demerits.

N

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 your debtor.

Dol. I your servant.

T

Adieu, good queen; I must attend on Cæsar.
Cleo. Farewell, and thanks. [Exit Dol.] Now,
Iras, what think'st thou ?

Thou, an Egyptian puppet, shalt be shewn
In Rome, as well as I: mechanic slaves
With greasy aprons, rules, and hammers, shall
Uplift us to the view; in their thick breaths,
Rank of gross diet, shall we be enclouded,
And forced to drink their vapour.

Iras. The gods forbid !

Cleo. Nay, 'tis most certain, Iras: Saucy lictors * Will catch at us, like strumpets; and scald rhymers Ballad us out o' tune: the quick + comedians Extemporally will stage us, and present

Our Alexandrian revels; Antony

Shall be brought drunken forth, and I shall see
Some squeaking Cleopatra boy my greatness
I' the posture of a whore.

Iras. O the good gods!

Cleo, Nay, that is certain.

Iras. I'll never see it; for, 1 am sure, my nails Are stronger than mine eyes.

Cleo. Why, that's the way

To fool their preparation, and to conquer
Their most absurd intents.-Now, Charmian ?—
Enter CHARMIAN.

Shew me, my women, like a queen ;-Go fetch
My best attires;-I am again for Cydnus,
To meet Mark Antony :-Sirrah, Iras, go.-
Now, noble Charmian, we'll despatch indeed:
And, when thou hast done this chare §, I'll give
thee leave

To play till doomsday.-Bring our crown and all.
Wherefore's this noise?

[Exit Iras.-A Noise within.

Enter one of the GUARD.

Guard. Here is a rural fellow,

* Beadles.

+ Lively.

Female characters were played by boys.

Job of work.

That will not be denied your highness' presence; He brings you figs.

Cleo. Let him come in. How poor an instrument [Exit Guard. May do a noble deed! He brings me liberty. My resolution's placed, 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.

[Exit 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 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 of 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; • Inconstant. + Serpent.

Act according to his nature.

for in every ten that they make, the devils mar

five.

Cleo. Well, get thee gone; farewell.

Clown. Yes, forsooth; I wish you joy of the

worm.

[Exit.

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
To excuse 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 baser life.-So,-have you done?
Come then, and take the last warmth of my lips.
Farewell, kind Charmian ;-Iras, long farewell.
[Kisses them.-Iras falls and dies.
Have I the aspic in my lips? Dost fall?
If thou and nature can so gently part,
The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch,

Which hurts, and is desired. Dost thou lie still?
If thus thou vanishest, thou tell'st the world
It is not worth leave-taking.

Char. Dissolve, thick cloud, and rain; that I may 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.

wretch,

Come, mortal

[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, couldst thou speak!
That I might hear thee call great Cæsar, ass
Unpolicied + !

Char. O eastern star !

Cleo. Peace, peace!

Dost thou not see my baby at my breast,
That sucks the nurse asleep?

Char. O, break! O, break!

Make haste.

Unpolitic, to leave me to myself.