LADY MACBETH: True, child, very true. Ladies, let me prophesy, that when our members have died, and worms have eaten them and Master Shakespeare himself hath become but ancient history--garden clubs in times to come will remember fair Avon’s shores made lovely by your sweet suggestions. CLEOPATRA: (languidly) Madam, I move we adjourn. Curtain. TRANSCRIBER’S NOTES: Obvious typographical errors have been corrected. Inconsistencies in hyphenation have been standardized. Archaic or variant spelling has been retained. The cover image for this eBook was created by the transcriber and is entered into the public domain.