CLEOPATRA. Why, that"s the way To fool their preparation and to conquer Their most absurd intents.
Enter CHARMIAN
Now, Charmian!
Show me, my women, like a queen. Go fetch My best attires. I am again for Cydnus, To meet Mark Antony. Sirrah, Iras, go.
Now, n.o.ble Charmian, we"ll dispatch indeed; And when thou hast done this chare, I"ll give thee leave To play till doomsday. Bring our crown and all.
Exit IRAS. A noise within Wherefore"s this noise?
Enter a GUARDSMAN
GUARDSMAN. Here is a rural fellow That will not be denied your Highness" presence.
He brings you figs.
CLEOPATRA. Let him come in. Exit GUARDSMAN What poor an instrument May do a n.o.ble 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 GUARDSMAN and CLOWN, with a basket
GUARDSMAN. This is the man.
CLEOPATRA. Avoid, and leave him. Exit GUARDSMAN 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.
CLEOPATRA. 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" th" worm. But he that will believe all that they say shall never be saved by half that they do. But this is most falliable, the worm"s an odd worm.
CLEOPATRA. Get thee hence; farewell.
CLOWN. I wish you all joy of the worm.
[Sets down the basket]
CLEOPATRA. Farewell.
CLOWN. You must think this, look you, that the worm will do his kind.
CLEOPATRA. 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.
CLEOPATRA. Take thou no care; it shall be heeded.
CLOWN. Very good. Give it nothing, I pray you, for it is not worth the feeding.
CLEOPATRA. 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 G.o.ds, if the devil dress her not. But truly, these same wh.o.r.eson devils do the G.o.ds great harm in their women, for in every ten that they make the devils mar five.
CLEOPATRA. Well, get thee gone; farewell.
CLOWN. Yes, forsooth. I wish you joy o" th" worm. Exit
Re-enter IRAS, with a robe, crown, &c.
CLEOPATRA. 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 n.o.ble act. I hear him mock The luck of Caesar, which the G.o.ds give men To excuse their after wrath. Husband, I come.
Now to that name my courage prove my t.i.tle!
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 thus 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 thou vanishest, thou tell"st the world It is not worth leave-taking.
CHARMIAN. Dissolve, thick cloud, and rain, that I may say The G.o.ds themselves do weep.
CLEOPATRA. 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. Come, thou mortal wretch, [To an 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 dispatch. O couldst thou speak, That I might hear thee call great Caesar a.s.s Unpolicied!
CHARMIAN. O Eastern star!
CLEOPATRA. Peace, peace!
Dost thou not see my baby at my breast That sucks the nurse asleep?
CHARMIAN. O, break! O, break!
CLEOPATRA. 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- [Dies]
CHARMIAN. In this vile world? So, fare thee well.
Now boast thee, death, in thy possession lies A la.s.s 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-
Enter the guard, rushing in
FIRST GUARD. Where"s the Queen?
CHARMIAN. Speak softly, wake her not.
FIRST GUARD. Caesar hath sent- CHARMIAN. Too slow a messenger. [Applies an asp]
O, come apace, dispatch. I partly feel thee.
FIRST GUARD. Approach, ho! All"s not well: Caesar"s beguil"d.
SECOND GUARD. There"s Dolabella sent from Caesar; call him.
FIRST GUARD. What work is here! Charmian, is this well done?
CHARMIAN. It is well done, and fitting for a princes Descended of so many royal kings.
Ah, soldier! [CHARMIAN dies]
Re-enter DOLABELLA
DOLABELLA. How goes it here?
SECOND GUARD. All dead.
DOLABELLA. Caesar, 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 Caesar!"]
Re-enter CAESAR and all his train
DOLABELLA. O sir, you are too sure an augurer: That you did fear is done.
CAESAR. Bravest at the last, She levell"d at our purposes, and being royal, Took her own way. The manner of their deaths?
I do not see them bleed.
DOLABELLA. Who was last with them?
FIRST GUARD. A simple countryman that brought her figs.
This was his basket.
CAESAR. Poison"d then.
FIRST GUARD. O Caesar, This Charmian liv"d but now; she stood and spake.
I found her tr.i.m.m.i.n.g up the diadem On her dead mistress. Tremblingly she stood, And on the sudden dropp"d.
CAESAR. O n.o.ble weakness!
If they had swallow"d poison "twould appear By external swelling; but she looks like sleep, As she would catch another Antony In her strong toil of grace.
DOLABELLA. Here on her breast There is a vent of blood, and something blown; The like is on her arm.
FIRST GUARD. This is an aspic"s trail; and these fig-leaves Have slime upon them, such as th" aspic leaves Upon the caves of Nile.
CAESAR. Most probable That so she died; for her physician tells me She hath pursu"d conclusions infinite Of easy ways to die. Take up her bed, And bear her women from the monument.
She shall be buried by her Antony; No grave upon the earth shall clip in it A pair so famous. High events as these Strike those that make them; and their story is No less in pity than his glory which Brought them to be lamented. Our army shall In solemn show attend this funeral, And then to Rome. Come, Dolabella, see High order in this great solemnity. Exeunt