That I might hear thee call great Cæsar, ass
Unpolicied!

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 arin. 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 ; 7 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 sent

Char. Too slow a messsenger. [Applies the asp. -O, 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

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!

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,

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 leed.

Dol. Who was last with them ?

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

Cæs. 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, '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.

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 nonument:-
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.

[Exeunt.

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