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

Char. O eastern star!

Peace, peace !
Dost thou not see my baby at my breast,
That sucks the nurse asleep?

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 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 ?

Speak softly, wake her not. 1 Guard. Cæsar hath sentChar.

Too slow a messenger.

[Applies the asp. 0, come; apace, despatch: I partly feel thee. 1 Guard. Approach, ho! All 's not well : Cæsar 's

beguild. 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.

A way there, a way for Cæsar!
Enter Cæsar and Attendants.
Dol. O, sir, you are too sure an augurer;
That you did fear is done.

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.

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

This was his basket.

Poison'd then.
I Guard.

O Cæsar,
This Charmian îiv'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.

O noble weakness!
If they had swallow'd poison ’t would appear
By external swelling : but she looks like sleep,
As she would catch another Antony
In her strong toil of grace


Here, on her breast,
There is a vent of blood, and something blowu :
The like is on her arm.
1 Guard. This is an aspic's trail : and these fig.

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

Most probable,
That so she died; for her physician tells me
She hath pursued 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.


end of
Antony and Cleopatra,

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