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O Antony !.~ Nay, I will take thee too (40)

[Applying another asp to her arm. What should I stay

Char. In this wild world? so, fare thee well :
Now, boast thee, Death, in thy poffeffion 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-

Enter the Guard, rushing in.
, Guard. Where's the Queen ?
Char. Speak softly, wake her not.
I Guard. Cafar hath sent .

[Charmian applies the app.
Char. Too fow a messenger
Oh, come apace, dispatch, 1 partly feel thee.
Guard. Approach, ho! all's not well. Cæfar's be.

guil'd. . 2 Guard. There's Dolabella sent from Cæfar; call him. 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, soldiers !

[Charmian dies. Enter Dolabella. Dol. How goes it here 2 Guard. All dead !

Dol. Cæfar, thy thoughts
Touch their effects in this ; thyself art coming

(40) O Antony ! nay I will take thee too.] As there has been hitherto no Break in this Verse, nor any marginal Direction, Tbue necessarily must seem to refer to Antony. But 'tis certain, Cleopatra is here design'd to apply one Aípick to her Arm, as the had before clap'd One to her Breast. And the last Speech of Dolabella in the Play is a Confirmation of This.

Here, on ber Breast,
There is a Vent of Blood, and something blown ;
Tbe like is on ber Arm,

: T.

To see perform’d the dreaded act, which thou
So fought'st to hinder. .

Enter Cæfar and Attendants.
All. Make way there, make way for Cæfar.

Dol. Oh, Sir, you are too sure an augurer ;
That, you did fear, is done.

Cæf. Bravest at last :
She levell’d at our purpose, and, being royal,
Took her own way. The manner of their deaths ? -
I do not see them bleed.

Dol. Who was lait with them?

i Guard. A simple countryman, that brought her figs : This was his basket.

Cef, Poison'd then .. !

i Gen. Oh Cæfar!
This Charmian liv'd but now, the stood and spake :
I found her trimıning up the diadem
On her dead mistress ; irennblingly she food,
And on the sudden dropt.

Caf. 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 aspick's trail;
And these fig-leaves have slime upon them, such
As th' aspick leaves upon the caves of Nile.

Cef. Most probable,
That so the dy'd; for her physician tells me
She has pursu'd conclusions infinite
Of easie ways to die. Take up her bed,
And bear her women from the monunient:
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

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No less in pity, than his glory, which
Brought them to be lamented. Our army fall,
In folemn shew, attend this funeral ;
And then to Rome : come, Dolabella, see
High order in this great folemnity. [Exeunt omnes.


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