Cæs. Good queen, let us entreat you. Cleo. O Cæsar, what a wounding shame is this; To one so meek, that mine own servant shoula As we greet modern friends withal; and say, With one that I have bred? The gods! It smites [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. [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; Madam, I will. Re-enter Dolabella. Dol. Where is the queen? Char. Cleo. Behold, sir. [Exit CHARMIAN. Dol. Madam, as thereto sworn by your command, Which my love makes religion to obey, I tell you this: Cæsar through Syria Cleo. I shall remain your debtor. Dol. Dolabella, I your servant. Thou, an Egyptian puppet, shalt be shown The gods forbid Iras. Shall be brought drunken forth, and I shall see Iras. Cleo. Nay, that is certain. O the good gods! Iras. I'll never see it; for, I 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? because 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 woinan 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. [Clown sets down the basket. Clown. You must think this, look you, that the| worm will do his kind. Immortal longings in me: Now no more [Kisses them. Have I the aspick in my lips? Dost fall? Now boast thee, death! in thy possession lies Enter the Guard, rushing in. 1 Guard. Where is the queen? Char. 1 Guard. Cæsar hath sent Char. Speak softly, wake her not. Too slow a messenger. [Applies the asp. O, come; apace, despatch: I partly feel thee. 1 Guard. Approach, ho! All's not well: Cæsar's beguil'd. 2 Guard. There's Dolabella sent from Cæsar ; call him. 1 Guard. What work is here? - Charmian, is this well done? Char. It is well done, and fitting for a princess Enter DOLAbella. All dead. [Dies Cæsar, thy thoughts Touch their effects in this: Thyself art coming To see perform'd the dreaded act, which thou So sought'st to hinder. Within. A way there, a way for Cæsar! Enter CESAR and Attendants. Dol. O, sir, you are too sure an augurer; That you did fear, is done. Cæs. Bravest at the last : She levell'd at our purposes, and, being royal, 1 Guard. A simple her figs. This was his basket. Cies. Who was last with them? countryman, that brought Poison'd then. supposed sons to Belarius. PAULARIO, friend to Posthumus,} Italians. A French Gentleman, friend to Philario. Two British Captains. QUEEN, wife to Cymbeline. IMOGEN, daughter to Cymbeline by a former queen. Lords, Ladies, Roman Senators, Tribunes, Appa- SCENE,-sometimes in BRITAIN; sometimes in ITALY. (Then old and fond of issue,) took such sorrow, As be was born. The king, he takes the babe To walk this way: I never do him wrong, [Aside. [Erit. Should we be taking leave Were you but riding forth to air yourself, Post. How! how! another? You gentle gods, give me but this I have, Imo. [Putting a bracelet on her arm. O, the gods! When shall we see again? |