Worth many babes and beggars! Pro. I'll not sleep neither: This mortal house I'll ruin, The element they liv'd in: In his livery were As plates dropp'd from his pocket. Dol. Cleopatra, Cleo. Think you, there was, or might be, such a man As this I dream'd of? Gentle madam, no. Dol. It's past the size of dreaming: Nature wants stuff Though he be honourable,— Cleo. He'll lead me then in triumph? Dol. I know it. Madam, he will; Within. Make way there, - Cæsar. Enter CESAR, GALLUS, PROCULEIUS, MECENAS, SELEUCUS, and Attendants. Cas. Of Egypt? Which is the queen Dol. Cæs. Arise, We will extenuate rather than enforce : Cleo. And may, through all the world: 'tis yours, and we Your 'scutcheons, and your signs of conques shall Hang in what place you please. Here, my good lord. O rarely base! Cæs. Good queen, let us entreat you. To one so meek, that mine own servant should 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. Cleo. I have spoke already, and Go, put it to the haste. Char. Hie thee again : it is provided; Madam, I will. Re-enter Dolabella. Dol. Where is the queen? Char. Cleo. Behold, sir. [Exit CHARMIAN. Dolabella? Dol. Madam, as thereto sworn by your command, Which my love makes religion to obey, I tell you this: Cæsar through Syria Intends his journey; and, within three days, You with your children will he send before: Make your best use of this: I have perform'd Your pleasure, and my promise. 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. O the good gods! Cleo. Nay, that is certain. 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? Enter CHARMIAN. May do a noble deed! he brings me liberty.. Re-enter Guard, with a Clown bringing a basket. Cleo. Avoid, and leave him. 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. [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. worm. 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 - have you done? Have I the aspick in my lips? Dost fall? Have slime upon them, such as the aspick leaves Upon the caves of Nile. Cæs. Most probable, That so she died; for her physician tells me, Of easy ways to die. - Take up her bed; And bear her women from the monument : No grave upon the earth shall clip in it Our army shall, CYMBELINE. CYMBELINE, King of Britain. PERSONS REPRESENTED. CLOTEN, son to the Queen by a former husband. BELARIUS, a banished lord, disguised under the name GUIDERIUS, sons to Cymbeline, disguised under the PHILARIO, friend to Posthumus,} Italians. IACHIMO, friend to Philario, A French Gentleman, friend to Philario. Two British Captains. QUEEN, wife to Cymbeline. Lords, Ladies, Roman Senators, Tribunes, Appa- SCENE,-sometimes in BRITAIN; sometimes in ITALY. (Then old and fond of issue,) took such sorrow, |