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To play till doomsday. — Bring our crown and all. Wherefore's this noise ?

[Exit IRAS. A Noise within.

Enter one of the Guard. Guard.

Here is a rural fellow, That will not be denied your highness' presence; He brings you figs. Cleo. Let him come in. How poor an instrument

[Exit Guard. May do a noble deed! he brings me liberty. My resolution's plac'd, and I have nothing Of woman in me: Now from head to foot I am marble-constant : now the fleeting moon No planet is of mine. Re-enter Guard, with a Clown bringing a Basket. Guard.

This is the man. Cleo. Avoid, and leave him. [Exit Guard. Hast thou the pretty worm of Nilus there, That kills and pains not ?

Clown. Truly I have him: but I would not be the party that should desire you to touch him, for his biting is immortal ; those, that do die of it, do seldom or never recover.

Cleo. Remember'st thou any that have died on't?

Clown. Very many, men and women too. I heard of one of them no longer than yesterday: a very honest woman, but something given to lie; as a woman should not do, but in the way of honesty : how she died of the biting of it, what pain she felt.Truly, she makes a very good report o' the worm : But he that will believe all that they say, shall never be saved by half that they do : But this is most fallible, the worm's an odd worm.

Cleo. Get thee hence ; farewell.
Clown. I wish you all joy of the worm.
Cleo. Farewell. [Clown sets down the Basket.

Clown. You must think this, look you, that the worm will do his kind. 3

Cleo. Ay, ay ; farewell.

Clown. Look you, the worm is not to be trusted, but in the keeping of wise people; for, indeed, there is no goodness in the worm.

Cleo. Take thou no care ; it shall be heeded.

Clown. Very good : give it nothing, I pray you, for it is not worth the feeding.

Cleo. Will it eat me?

Clown. You must not think I am so simple, but I know the devil himself will not eat a woman : I know, that a woman is a dish for the gods, if the devil dress her not.

Cleo. Well, get thee gone ; farewell.
Clown. Yes, forsooth; I wish you joy of the worm.

[Exit.

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Re-enter IRAs, with a Robe, Crown, &c. Cleo. Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have Immortal longings in me : Now no more The juice of Egypt's grape shall moist this lip :Yare, yare 4, good Iras ; quick. — Methinks, I hear Antony call; I see him rouse himself To praise my noble act; I hear him mock The luck of Cæsar, which the gods give men To excuse their after wrath : Husband, I come: Now to that name my courage prove my title ! I am fire, and air; my other elements I give to baser life. — So, — have you done ? Come then, and take the last warmth of my lips. Farewell, kind Charmian ;-- Iras, long farewell.

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[Kisses them. IRAs falls, and dies. Have I the aspick in my lips? Dost fall? If thou and nature can so gently part, If thus thou vanishest, thou tell'st the world It is not worth leave-taking.

3 Act according to his nature. 4 Make haste.

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Char. Dissolve, thick cloud, and rain; that I may

say, The gods themselves do weep ! Cleo.

This proves me base : If she first meet the curled Antony, He'll make demand of her; and spend that kiss, Which is my heaven to have. Come, 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, could'st thou speak! That I might hear thee call great Cæsar, ass Unpolicied ! 5 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 Phæbus never be beheld Of eyes again so royal ! Your crown's awry; I'll mend it, and then play.

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Enter the Guard, rushing in.
1 Guard. Where is the queen ?
Char.

Speak softly, wake her not.
1 Guard. Cæsar hath sent.
Char.

Too slow a messenger.

[ Applies the Asp. O, come : apace, despatch : I partly feel thee.

5 Unpolitick, to leave me to myself.

1 Guard. Approach, ho! All's not well : Cæsar's

beguilla. 2 Guard. There's Dolabella sent from Cæsar;

call him. 1 Guard. What work is here?-Charmian, is this

well done? 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!

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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 levell’d at our purposes, and, being royal,
Took her own way. The manner of their deaths?
I do not see them bleed.
Dol.

Who was last with them? 1 Guard. A simple countryman, that brought her

figs; This was his basket. Cæs.

Poison'd then. 1 Guard.

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

O noble weakness !

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If they had swallow'd poison, 'twould 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.
1 Guard. This is an aspick's trail: and these fig-

leaves
Have slime upon them, such as the aspick leaves
Upon the caves of Nile.
Cæs.

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,
In solemn show attend this funeral ;
And then to Rome. Come, Dolabella, see
High order in this great solemnity. [Exeunt.

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END OF THE EIGHTH VOLUME.

LONDON:
Irinted by A. & R. Spottiswoode,

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