Cleo. Remember'st thou any that have died on 't? 248
Clo. 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 252
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 256
they do. But this is most fallible, the worm's
an odd worm.
Cleo. Get thee hence; farewell.
Clo. I wish you all joy of the worm. 260
Cleo. Farewell.
Clo. You must think this, look you, that the
worm will do his kind.
Cleo. Ay, ay; farewell. 264
Clo. 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. 268
Clo. Very good. Give it nothing, I pray you,
for it is not worth the feeding.
Cleo. Will it eat me?
Clo. You must not think I am so simple 272
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 276
257 fallible: mistake for 'infallible'
263 do his kind: act according to his nature
