Ces. Cleopatra, know, We will extenuate rather than enforce: shall find A benefit in this change; but if you seek If thereon you rely. I'll take my leave. Your 'scutcheons, and your signs of conquest, tra. Cleo. This is the brief of money, plate, and I am possess'd of: 'tis exactly valued; Cleo. This is my treasurer; let him speak, Upon his peril, that I have reserv'd To myself nothing. Speak the truth, Seleucus. I had rather seel* my lips, that, to my peril, Cleo. What have I kept back? Sel. Enough to purchase what you have made known. Ces. Nay, blush not, Cleopatra; I approve Your wisdom in the deed. Cleo. See, Cesar! O, behold, yours; How pomp is follow'd! mine will now be [mine. And, should we shift estates, yours would be The ingratitude of this Seleucus does [trust Even make me wild:-O slave, of no more Than love that's hir'd-What, goest thou [eyes, Go back, I warrant thee; but I'll catch thine Though they had wings: Slave, soulless villian, dog! back? thou shalt O rarelyt base! Ces. Good queen, let us entreat you. We answer others' merits in our name, Ces. Cleopatra, [ledg'd, Not what you have reserv'd, nor what acknow Make not your thoughts your prisons: no, For we intend so to dispose you, as [sleep: [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. Cleo. Hie thee again: I have spoke already, and it is provided; Char. Madam, I will. Re-enter DOLABELLA. Dol. Where is the queen? [Exit CHARMIAN. Dol. Madam, as thereto sworn by your com. mand, Which my love makes religion to obey, Cleo. Dolabella, Cleo. O Cesar, what a wounding shame is With greasy aprons, rules, and hammers, shall this; That thou, vouchsafing here to visit me, To one so meek, that mine own servant should Addition of his envy! Say, good Cesar, Cleo. Nay, 'tis most certain, Iras: Saucy lictorst [rhymers Will catch at us, like strumpets; and scald Ballad us out o'tune: the quick comedians As we greet moderns friends withal; and say, Extemporally will stage us, and present Their mediation; must I be unfolded smites me It For things that others do; and, when we fall, Show me, my women, like a queen;—Go fetch Sew up. + Uncommonly. Add to. Common. Fire. *Merits or demerits. + Beadles. Female characters were played by boys. My best attires;-I am again for Cydnus, To play till doomsday.-Bring our crown and Guard. Here is a rural fellow, That will not be denied your highness' presence; He brings you figs. ment Cleo. Let him come in. How poor an instru[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. [Exit GUARD. Hast thou the pretty wormt 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. Remembers't 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, 'ndeed, 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. worm. Cleo. Well, get thee gone; farewell. have 748 To praise my noble act; I hear him mock Char. Dissolve, thick cloud, and rain; that I The gods themselves do weep! If she first meet the curled Antony, [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 That I might hear thee call great Cesar, ass speak! Unpolicied!* Char. O eastern star! Dost thou not see my baby at my breast, Char. O, break! O, break! Cleo. As sweet as balm, as soft as air, as O Antony !-Nay, I will take thee too :gentle,What should I stay[Applying another Asp to her Arm. [Falls on a Bed, and dies. Char. In this wild world?-So, fare thee well. Now boast thee, death! in thy possession lies Enter the GUARD, rushing in. 1 Guard. Where is the queen? [Applies the Asp O, come; apace, despatch: I partly feel thee 1 Guard. Approach, ho! All's not well: Ce sar's beguil'd. 2 Guard. There's Dolabella sent from Cesar;-call him. 1 Guard. What work is here?-Charmian, is this well done? Char. It is well done, and fitting for a prinDescended of so many royal kings. [cess Ah, soldier! [Dies. Enter DOLABELLA Dol. How goes it here? 2 Guard. All dead. Dol. Cesar, thy thoughts Within. A way there, way for Cegar! Dol. Here, on her breast, There is a vent of blood, and something blown: The like is on her arm. A Guard. This is an aspic's trail: and these That so she died; for her physician tells me, Tried experiments. House. Enter POET, PAINTER, JEWELLER, MERCHANT, and others, at several Doors. Poet. Good day, Sir. Pain. I am glad you are well. Pain. You are rapt, Sir, in some work, some dedication To the great lord. [flint Poet. A thing slipp'd idly from me. Poet. I have not seen you long; How goes Each bound it chafes. What have you there? the world? Pain. A picture, Sir.-And when comes your book forth? Poet. Upon the heels of my presentment," Let's see your piece. Pain. 'Tis a good piece. [Sir Poet. So 'tis: this comes off well and excel- Poet. Admirable: How this grace [ture Poet. I'll say of it, It tutors nature: artificial strifet Enter certain SENATORS, and pass over. Poet. You see this confluence, this great flood of visitors. I have, in this rough work, shap'd out a mau, As soon as my book has been presented to Timin, + I. e. The contest of art with nature. Whom this beneath world doth embrace and With amplest entertainment: My free drift Pain. How shall I understand you? You see how all conditions, how all minds, ance All sorts of hearts; yea, from the glass-fac'd To Apemantus, that few things loves better Pain. I saw them speak together. Poet. Sir, I have upon a high and pleasant hill, Feign'd Fortune to be thron'd: The base Is rank'd with all deserts, all kind of natures, Puin. 'Tis conceiv'd to scope. [thinks, Poet. Nay, Sir, but hear me on: ance, Rain sacrificial whisperings|| in his ear, Ven. Serv. Your lordship ever binds him. Tim. Commend me to him: I will send his [me:And, being enfranchis'd, bid him come to 'Tis not enough to help the feeble up, But to support him after.-Fare you well. Ven. Serv. All happiness to your honour! [Erit. Enter an old ATHENIAN. Old Ath. Lord Timon, hear me speak. Old Ath. Thou hast a servant nam'd Lu- Tim. I have so: What of him? Old Ath. Most noble Timon, call the man before thee. Tim. Attends he here, or no?-Lucilius! Enter LUCILIUS. Luc. Here, at your lordship's service. By night frequents my house. I am a man Tim. Well; what further? Old Ath. One only daughter have I, no kin On whom I may confer what I have got: Make sacred even his stirrup, and through him Myself have spoke in vain. Drink the free air. Pain. Ay, marry, what of these? of mood, Spurns down her late belov'd, all his depend- Not one accompanying his declining foot. A thousand moral paintings I can show More pregnantly than words. Yet you do well, The foot above the heal. have [seen Tim. The man is honest. Old Ath. Therefore he will be, Timon: Tim. Does she love him? Tim. [To LUCILIUS.] Love you the maid? Old Ath. If in her marriage my consent be I call the gods to witness, I will choose Tim. How shall she be endow'd, Tim. This gentleman of mine hath serv'd me long; To build his fortune, I will strain a little, ter: What you bestow, in him I'll counterpoise, |