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You think none but your sheets are privy to your wishes. [40]

CHARMIAN
Nay, come, tell Iras hers.

ALEXAS
We’ll know all our fortunes.

ENOBARBUS
Mine, and most of our fortunes to-night, shall be − drunk to bed.

IRAS
There’s a palm presages chastity, if nothing else. [45]

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, cannot scratch mine ear.

Prithee tell her [50] 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? [55]