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That I might hear thee call great Cæsar, ass

Char. O eastern star !

Cleo. Peace, peace !
Dost thou not see my baby at my breast,
That sucks the nurse asleep?

Char. O, break! O, break!

Cleo. As sweet as balm, as soft as air, as gentle, O Antony !-Nay, I will take thee too :

[Applying another asp to her arm. What should I stay

[Falls on a bed, and dies. Char. In this wild world ?-So, fare thee well.. Now boast thee, death! in thy possession lies A lass unparallel'd.-Downy windows, close ; ? And golden Phoebus never be beheld Of eyes again so royal ! Your crown's awry; I'll amend it, and then play.

Enter the Guard, rushing in. 1 Guard. Where is the queen ? Char. Speak softly, wake her not. 1 Guard. Cæsar hath sentChar. Too slow a messsenger. [Anpilies the asp. -0, come ; apace, despatch : I partly feel thee. 1Guard.Approach,ho! All's not well: Cæsar's beguild. 2Guard. There's Dolabella sent from Cæsar;-call him. 1Guard. What work is here !--Charmian, is this well

Char. It is well done, and fitting for a princess
Descended of so many royal kings.
Ah, soldier !

[Dies. Enter DOLABELLA. Dol. How goes it here? 2 Guard. All dead.

Dol. Cæsar, thy thoughts
Touch their effects in this: Thyself art coming
To see perform'd the dreaded act, which thou
So sought'st to hinder.
Within. A way there, way for Cæsar!

Enter CÆSAR, and Attendants.
Dol. O, sir, you are too sure an augurer ;
That you did fear, is done.

Cæs. Bravest at the last :
She levellid at our purposes, and, being royal,

17) Charmian, in saying this, must be conceived to close Cleopatra's eyes ; one of the first ceremonies performed towards a dead body, RITSON.

Took her own way.-The manner of their deaths ?
I do not see them seed.

Dol. Who was last with them?

1Guard. A simple countryman, that brought her figs; This was his basket.

Ces. Poison'd then.

1 Guard. O Cæsar,
This Charmian lived but now ; she stood, and spake :
I found her trimming up the diadem
On her dead mistress ; tremblingly she stood,
And on the sudden dropp'd.

Cæs. O noble weakness !
If they had swallow'd poison, 't would appear
By external swelling : but she looks like sleep,
As she would catch another Antony
In her strong toil of grace.

Dol. Here, on her breast,
There is a vent of blood, and something blown :
The like is on her arm.

1Guard. This is an aspick's train; and these fig-leaves Have slime upon them, such as the aspick leaves Upon the caves of Nile.

Ces. Most probable,
That so she died ; for her physician tells me,
She hath pursu'd conclusions infinite
Of easy ways to die. Take up her bed ;
And bear her women from the monument :-
She shall be buried by her Antony :
No grave upon the earth shall clip in it
A pair so famous. High events as these
Strike those that make them : and their story is
No less in pity, than his glory, which
Brought them to be lamented. Our army shall,
Io solemn show, attend this funeral ;
And then to Rome.--Come, Dolabella, see
High order in this great solemnity.




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