Which is my heaven to have.—Come, thou mortal wretch,

[to the asp, which she applies to her breast.

With thy sharp teeth this knot intrinsicate
Of life at once untie : poor venomous fool,
Be angry, and despatch. O, couldst thou speak!
That I might hear thee call great Cæsar ass

Unpolicied! 1

Char. O eastern star!

Cle.

Peace, peace!

Dost thou not see my baby at my breast,

That sucks the nurse asleep?

Char.

O, break! O, break!

Cle. 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 mend it, and then play.

Enter the GUARD, rushing in.

1 Guard. Where is the queen?

Char.

Speak softly; wake her not.

1 Impolitic, thus to leave the means of death within my reach.