If every of your wishes had a womb. And fertile every wish,a million CHARMIAN Out,fool!I forgive thee for a witch. ALEXAS You think none but your sheets are privy to your wishes. CHARMIAN Nay,come,tell Iras hers. ALEXAS We'll know all our fortunes. DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS Mine,and most of our fortunes,to-night,shall be--drunk to bed. IRAS There's a palm presages chastity,if nothing else CHARMIAN E'en as the o'erflowing Nilus presageth famine. IRAS Go,you wild bedfellow,you cannot soothsay. CHARMIAN Nay,if an oily palm be not a fruitful prognostication,I cannot scratch mine ear.Prithee, tell her but a worky-day fortune. Soothsayer Your fortunes are alike. IRAS But how,but how?give me particulars. Soothsayer I have said. IRAS Am I not an inch of fortune better than she? CHARMIAN Well,if you were but an inch of fortune better than I,where would you choose it? IRAS Not in my husband's nose. CHARMIAN Our worser thoughts heavens mend!Alexas,--come, his fortune,his fortune!O,let him marry a woman that cannot go,sweet Isis,I beseech thee!and let her die too,and give him a worse!and let worst follow worse,till the worst of all follow him laughing to his grave,fifty-fold a cuckold!GoodIf every of your wishes had a womb. And fertile every wish, a million. CHARMIAN Out, fool! I forgive thee for a witch. ALEXAS You think none but your sheets are privy to your wishes. CHARMIAN Nay, come, tell Iras hers. ALEXAS We'll know all our fortunes. DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS Mine, and most of our fortunes, to-night, shall be--drunk to bed. IRAS There's a palm presages chastity, if nothing else. CHARMIAN E'en as the o'erflowing Nilus presageth famine. IRAS Go, you wild bedfellow, you cannot soothsay. CHARMIAN Nay, if an oily palm be not a fruitful prognostication, I cannot scratch mine ear. Prithee, tell her but a worky-day fortune. Soothsayer Your fortunes are alike. IRAS But how, but how? give me particulars. Soothsayer I have said. IRAS Am I not an inch of fortune better than she? CHARMIAN Well, if you were but an inch of fortune better than I, where would you choose it? IRAS Not in my husband's nose. CHARMIAN Our worser thoughts heavens mend! Alexas,--come, his fortune, his fortune! O, let him marry a woman that cannot go, sweet Isis, I beseech thee! and let her die too, and give him a worse! and let worst follow worse, till the worst of all follow him laughing to his grave, fifty-fold a cuckold! Good