1 Guard. Cæsar hath sent

Char.

Too slow a messenger. [applies the asp.

O, come; apace, despatch: I partly feel thee. 1 Guard. Approach, ho! all's not well: Cæsar 's beguiled.

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.

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, a way for Cæsar!

Enter CESAR and Attendants.

Dol. O, sir, you are too sure an augurer: That you did fear is done.

Cœ.

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

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.

Ca.

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.

1 Guard. This is an aspic's trail; and these fig. leaves

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

Ca.

Most probable,

That so she died; for her physician tells me,
She hath pursued conclusions 2 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 1 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.

Enfold.