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Enter Cæsar, and Attendants.

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

Cæs.

Brav'st 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

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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.

Cæs.

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 the aspick leaves
Upon the caves of Nile.

Cæs.

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 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.

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Arv.

Stark, as you see:

Thus smiling, as some fly had tickled slumber,

Not as death's dart, being laugh'd at: his right check Reposing on a cushion.

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