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May do a noble deed! he brings me liberty.
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; 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 [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 Caesar, 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 aspick 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 desir'd. Dost thou lie still? If thus thou vanishest, thou tell'st the world It is not worth leave-taking.
Peace, peace! Dost thou not see my baby at my breast, That sucks the nurse asleep?
Char. O, break! O, break . Cleo. As sweet as balm, as soft as air, as gentle, O Antony! - Nay, I will take thee too : [Applying another asp to her arm. What should I stay[Falls on a bed, and dies. Char. In this wide world? So, fare thee well. Now boast thee, death! in thy possession lies A lass unparallel'd. Downy windows, close; And golden Phoebus never be beheld Of eyes again so royal! Your crown's awry ; I'll mend it, and then play.
Have slime upon them, such as the aspick leaves
No grave upon the earth shall clip in it
A pair so famous. High events as these
1 Guard. This is an aspick's trail: and these fig- And then to Rome.
(Then old and fond of issue,) took such sorrow, That he quit being; and his gentle lady, Big of this gentleman, our theme, deceas'd
As he was born. The king, he takes the babe
I honour him
Even out of your report. But, 'pray you, tell me,
Which way they went.
How long is this ago? i Gent. Some twenty years.
2 Gent. That a king's children snould be so con
So slackly guarded! And the search so slow,
Howsoe'er 'tis strange, Or that the negligence may well be laugh'd at, Yet is it true, sir.
I do well believe you. 1 Gent. We must forbear: Here comes the and princess. [Exeunt.
SCENE 11. The same.
Enter the QUEEN, POSTHUMUS, and IMOGEN.
Queen. No, be assur'd, you shall not find me, daughter,
After the slander of most step-mothers,
Please your highness,
I will from hence to-day.
I something fear my father's wrath; but nothing,
If, after this command, thou fraught the court With thy unworthiness, thou diest: Away! Thou art poison to my blood.
Post. The gods protect you! And bless the good remainders of the court! I am gone.
Imo. There cannot be a pinch in death
Cym. That might'st have had the sole son of my queen!
Imo. O bless'd, that I might not! I chose an eagle,
And did avoid a puttock.
Thou took'st a beggar; would'st have | fice: Where air comes out, air comes in there's made my throne
none abroad so wholesome as that you vent.
A seat for baseness.
Clo. If my shirt were bloody, then to shift itHave I hurt him?
A lustre to it.
O thou vile one!
It is your fault that I have lov'd Posthumus:
I rather added
A neat-herd's daughter! and my Leonatus Our neighbour shepherd's son !
Pis. There might have been, But that my master rather play'd than fought, And had no help of anger: they were parted By gentlemen at hand.
I am very glad on't.
Imo. Your son's my father's friend; he takes his part. To draw upon an exile! - O brave sir! I would they were in Africk both together; Myself by with a needle, that I might prick The goer back. Why came you from your master? Pis. On his command: He would not suffer me To bring him to the haven: left these notes Of what commands I should be subject to, When it pleas'd you to employ me.
Queen. This hath been Your faithful servant; I dare lay mine honour, He will remain so. Pis.
I humbly thank your highness. Queen. Pray, walk a while.
About some half hour hence, I pray you, speak with me: you shall, at least, Go see my lord aboard: for this time, leave me.
SCENE III. — A publick Place.
Enter CLOTEN and Two Lords.
1 Lord. Sir, I would advise you to shift a shirt ; the violence of action hath made you reek as a sacri
2 Lord. No, faith; not so much as his patience. [Aside.
1 Lord. Hart him? his body's a passable carcass, if he be not hurt it is a thoroughfare for steel, if it be not hurt.
2 Lord. His steel was in debt: it went o'the back side the town. [Aside
Clo. The villain would not stand me.
2 Lord. No; but he fled forward still, toward your face. [Aside.
1 Lord. Stand you! You have land enough of your own but he added to your having; gave you some ground.
2 Lord. As many inches as you have oceans: Puppies! [Aside.
Clo. I would, they had not come between us. 2 Lord. So would I, till you had measured how long a fool you vere upon the ground. [Aside. Clo. And that she should love this fellow, and refuse me!
2 Lord. If it be a sin to make a true election, she is damned. [Aside.
1 Lord. Sir, as I told you always, her beauty and her brain go not together: She's a good sign, but I have seen small reflection of her wit.