Enter the Guard rushing in.

I Guard. Where's the Queen?
Char. Speak foftly, wake her not.
I Guard. Cafar hath fent

[Charmain and Iras apply the Asp.

Char. Too flow a Meffenger.

Oh come apace, difpatch, I partly feel thee.

1 Guard. Approach ho!

All's not well Cafar's beguil❜d.

2 Guard. There's Dolabella fent from Cafar; call him.' I Guard. What work is here, Charmian? Is this well done? Char. It's well done, and fitting for a Princess

Defcended of fo many Royal Kings.

Ah Soldiers!

[Charmian and Iras Die.

Enter Dolabella.

Dol. How goes it here?

2 Guard. All Dead.

Dol. Cafar, thy Thoughts

Touch their Effects in this; thy felf art coming
To fee perform'd the dreaded Act which thou
So fought'ft to hinder.

Enter Cæfar and Attendants.

All. Make way there, make way for Cafar. Dol. Oh, Sir, you are too fure an Augurer; That you did fear, is done.

Caf. Braveft at the laft,

She levell'd at our purposes, and being Royal
Took her own way; the manner of their Deaths?
I do not fee them Bleed.

Dol. Who was laft with them ?

1 Guard. A fimple Countryman, that brought her Figs : This was his Basket.

Caf. Poifon'd then.

1 Guard. Oh Cafar!

This Charmian liv'd but now, fhe flood and fpake:
I found her trimming up the Diadem,

On her dead Mistress, tremblingly fhe ftood,
And on the fudden dropt.

Cafar. Oh noble weakness

If they had fwallowed Poifon, 'twould appear.
By external Swelling; but the looks like fleep.

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As

As fhe would catch another Antony

In her ftrong Toil of Grace.

Dol. Here on her Breast,

There is a vent of Blood, and fomething blown,
The like is on her Arm.

1 Guard. This is an Afpick's Trail

And these Fig-leaves have flime upon them, such
As th' Afpick leaves upon the Caves of Nyle,
Caf. Moft probable.

That fo fhe died; for her Phyfician tells me
She hath purfu'd Conclufions infinite
Of eafie ways to die. Take up her bed,
And bear her Women from the Monument,
She fhall be buried by her Antony.
No Grave upon the Earth fhall clip in it
A pair fo Famous. High events as thefe
Strike thofe that make them; and their Story is
No lefs in Pity, than his Glory which
Brought them to be lamented. Our Army fhall,
In folemn fhew, attend this Funeral.
And then to Rome: Come, Delavella, fee
High Order in this great Solemnity.

[Exeunt omnes.

TRAGEDY

Printed in the YEAR 1709.

Ymbeline, King of Britain.

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Cloten, Son to the Queen by a former Husband. Leonatus Pofthumus, A Gentleman in Love with the Princess, and privately Married to her.

Guiderius,
Arviragus,

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Difguis'd under the Names of Polidore and
Cadwal, fuppofed Sons to Bellarius.

Bellarius, A Banish'd Lord, difguis'd under the Name of

Morgan.

Philario, An Italian, Friend to Pofthumus.

Tachimo, Friend to Philario.

Caius Lucius, Ambassador from Rome.

Pifanio, Servant to Pofthumus.

A French Gentleman, Friend to Philario.
Cornelius, A Dollor, Servant to the Queen.

Two Gentlemen.

Queen, Wife to Cymbeline.

Imogen, Daughter to Cymbeline by a former Queen.
Helen, Woman to Imogen.

Lords, Ladies, Roman Senators, Tribunes, Ghosts, a Soothsayer, Captains, Soldiers, Meffengers, and other Attendants.

SCENE, for fome Part of the first, fecond and third Alts, lyes in Rome; for the ref of the Play in Britain.

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A Palace:

Enter two Gentlemen.

GENTLEMAN.

OU do not meet a Man but frowns. Our
Bloods

No more obey the Heav'ns than our Courtiers;
But feem, as do's the King's.

2 Gent. But what's the matter?

I Gent. His Daughter, and the Heir of's
Kingdom (whom
He purpos'd to his Wife's fole Son, a Widow
That late he married) hath referr'd her felf
Unto a poor, but worthy Gentleman. She's wedded.
Her Husband banish'd; the imprifon'd, all

Is outward forrow, though I think the King
Be touch'd at very Heart.

2 Gent. None but the King?

1 Gent. He that hath loft her too: fo is the Queen, That most defir'd the Match. But not a Courtier, Although they wear their Faces to the bent

Of the King's looks, hath a Heart, that is not
Glad at the thing they coul at.

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2 Gent