Reach me the casket.
Iras. Underneath the fruit
The aspic lies.
Welcome, thou kind deceiver!
Cleopatra.
(putting aside the leaves)
Thou best of thieves; who, with an easy key,
Dost open life, and, unperceived by us,
Ev’n steal us from ourselves; discharging so
Death’s dreadful office, better than himself,