ACT V.
2. SCENE II. Alexandria. A Room in the Monument.
(continued)
[Enter one of the Guard.]
GUARD.
Here is a rural fellow
That will not be denied your highness' presence:
He brings you figs.
CLEOPATRA.
Let him come in.
[Exit Guard.]
What poor an instrument
May do a noble 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 Guard, with Clown bringing a basket.]
GUARD.
This is the man.
CLEOPATRA.
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.
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' the 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.
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