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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, than, 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.
Ces. Good queen, let us entreat you.
We answer others' merits* in our name,
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 1 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.
Dol. Where is the queen?
Dol. Madam, as thereto sworn by your com
Which my love makes religion to obey,
I shall remain your debtor.
Dol. I your servant.
Cleo. O Cesar, what a wounding shame is With greasy aprons, rules, and hammers, shall
That thou, vouchsafing here to visit me,
To one so meek, that mine own servant should
Parcelt the sum of my disgraces by
Addition of his envy! Say, good Cesar,
That I some lady trifles have reserv'd,
Immoment toys, things of such dignity.
Some nobler token I have kept apart
Uplift us to the view; in their thick breaths,
Cleo. Nay, 'tis most certain, Iras: Saucy
[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
For Livial and Octavia,¶ to induce
Their mediation; must I be unfolded
For things that others do; and, when we fall, Show me, my women, like a queen;-Go fetch
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.
Cleo. Let him come in. How poor an instru-
Re-enter GUARD, with a CLOWN bringing a
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, 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.
Immortal longings in me: Now no more
Job of work. + Inconstant.
|| Make haste.
To praise my noble act; I hear him mock
Char. Dissolve, thick cloud, and rain; that I
The gods themselves do weep!
Cleo. This proves me base:
If she first meet the curled Antony,
[To the Asp, which she applies to her Breast. With thy sharp teeth this knot intrinsicate Be angry, and despatch. O, could'st thou Of life at once untie : poor venomous fool, 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 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
Now boast thee, death! in thy possession lies
Of eyes again so royal! Your crown's awry ;
Enter the GUARD, rushing in. 1 Guard. Where is the queen? Char. Speak softly, wake her not. 1 Guard. Cesar hath sentChar. Too slow a messenger.
[Applies the Asp. O, come; apace, despatch: I partly feel thee. 1 Guard. Approach, ho! All's not well: Ce
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. Ah, soldier!
Dol. How goes it here?
2 Guard. All dead.
Dol. Cesar, 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, way for Cesar!
* Unpolitic, to leave me to myself.
Dol. Here, on her breast, There is a vent of blood, and something blown: The like is on her arm.
1 Guard. This is an aspic's trail: and these fig-leaves
Have slime upon them, such as the aspic leaves Upon the caves of Nile.
Ces. Most probable,
She had pursu'd conclusions infinite
Of easy ways to die.-Take up her bed;
No grave upon the earth shall clipt in it
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.
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?
Pain. A picture, Sir.-And when comes your
I have, in this rough work, shap'd out a man,
* As soon as my book has been presented to Timon, + I. e. The contest of art with nature,
Whom this beneath world doth embrace and I
With amplest entertainment: My free drift
Pain. How shall I understand you?
You see how all conditions, how all minds,
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,
Translates his rivals.
Pain. 'Tis conceiv'd to scope.
Poet. Nay, Sir, but hear me on:
Rain sacrificial whisperings in his ear,
Ven. Serv. Ay, my good lord: five talents is
His means most short, his creditors most strait:
Tim. Noble Ventidius! Well;
I am not of that feather, to shake off [him
Ven. Serv. Your lordship ever binds him. Tim. Commend me to him: I will send his And, being enfranchis'd, bid him come to [me:"Tis not enough to help the feeble up, But to support him after.-Fare you well. Ven. Serv. All happiness to your honour! [Exit.
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?
Tim. Attends he here, or no?-Lucilius!
Luc. Here, at your lordship's service.
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.
Pain. Ay, marry, what of these?
Not one accompanying his declining foot.
A thousand moral paintings I can show
More pregnantly than words. Yet you do well,
Trumpets sound. Enter TIMON, attended; the
My design does not stop at any particular character.
Whisperings of officious servility.
**Ie. Inferior spectators.
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
Mine heir from forth the beggars of the world,
Tim. How shall she be endow'd,
Tim. This gentleman of mine hath serv'd me
To build his fortune, I will strain a little,
What you bestow, in him I'll counterpoise,