That sucks the nurse asleep?

Char. O, break! O,.. break!

Cleo. As sweet as balm, as soft as air, as gentle, -
Nay, I will take thee too:
[Applying another asp to her arm.

O Antony!

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. Guard. Caesar 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: Cae

sar's beguil❜d.

2. Guard. There's Dolabella sent from Caesar; -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!

Enter DOLABELLA,

Dol. How goes it here? 2. Guard. All dead.

[Dies.

Dol. Caesar, 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 Caesar!

Enter CAESAR, and Attendants.

Dol. O, Sir, you are too sure an augnrer; That you did fear, is done.

Caes. Brav'st at the last:

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She levell'd at our purposes, and, being royal,

Took her own way.

I do not see them bleed.

The manner of their

Dol. Who was last with them?

1. Guard. A simple countryman

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This was his basket.

Caes. Poison'd then.

1. Guard. Q Caesar,

This Charmian liv'd 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.

Caes. O poble 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 aspick's trail: and these fig-leaves 2

Have slime upon them, such as the aspick leaves

Upon the caves of Nile.
Caes. 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

She shall be huried hom the monument:

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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