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should not do, but in the way of honesty : how she died of the biting of it; what pain she felt. Truly, she makes a very good report o'the worm: But he that will believe all that they say, shall never be saved by half that they do. But this is most fallible, the worm's an odd worm.

Cleo. Get thee hence; farewell.
Clown. I wish you all joy of the worm.

[Setting down his Basket. Cleo. Farewell.

Clown. You must think this, look you, that the worm will do his kind.

Cleo. Ay, ay; farewell.

Clown. Look you, the worm is not to be trusted, but in the keeping of wise people; for, indeed, there is no goodness in the worm.

Cleo. Take thou no care; it shall be heeded.

Cloun. Very good : give it nothing, I pray you, for it is not worth the feeding.

Cleo. Well, get thee gone; farewell.
Clown. Yes, forsooth: I wish you joy of the worm.

Enter IRAs, with Robe, &c.
Cleo. Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have
Immortal longings in me: Now no more
The juice of Egypt's grape shall moist this lip:-
Yare, yare, good Iras; quick.-Methinks I hear
Antony call; I see him rouse himself
To praise my noble act; I hear him mock
The luck of Cæsar, which the gods give men,
To excuse their after wrath: Husband, I come:

[Goes to a Bed, or Sofa, which she ascends ;

her Women compose her on it: Iras sets the Basket, which she has been holding upon ker

own Arm, by her. Now to that name my courage prove my title !

I am fire, and air ; my other elements
I give to baser life. So, have


Come then, and take the last warmth of my lips.
Farewell, kind Charmian ;-Iras, long farewell.

[Kissing them. IRAs falls.
Have I the aspick in my lips? Dost fall?
If thou and nature can so gently part,
The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch,
Which hurts, and is desir'd. Dost thou lie still?
If thus thou vanishest, thou tell'st the world
It is not worth leave-taking.
Char. Dissolve, thick cloud, and rain; that I may

The gods theinselves do weep!

Cleo. 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, mortal wretch,

[To the Asp; applying it to her Breast.
With thy sharp teeth this knot intrinsicate
Of life at once untie: poor venomous fool,

[Stirring it. Be angry, and despatch. O, couldst thou speak!

, That I might hear thee call great Cæsar, ass, Unpolicy'd !

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 gentleO Antony !-Nay, I will take thee too :

[ Applying another Asp to her Arm. What should I stay

[Dies. Enter some of the Guard. 1 Guard. Where is the queen ? Chur. Speak sofily, wake her not.


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1 Guard. Cæsar hath sent
Char. Too slow a messenger.

[Applying the Asp.
O, 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

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 !

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.

Enter CÆSAR and Train.
Dol. O, sir, you are too sure an augurer ;
That you did fear, is done.

Oct. Brav'st at the last :
She leveld 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?
i Guard. A simple countryman, that brought her

This was his basket.

Oct. Poisoned, then.

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 ;

[Pointing to the Floor.

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And these fig-leaves have slime upon them, such
As the aspick leaves upon the caves of Nile.

Oct. Most probable,
That so she dy'd: 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 monument:-
She shall be bury'd 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. [Exeunt.

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