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 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.
CLEOPATRA.
Well, get thee gone. Farewell.
CLOWN.
Yes, forsooth. I wish you joy o’ th’ worm.