Char. Dissolve, thick cloud, and rain; that I may Cleo. This proves me base: If she first meet the curled Antony, He'll make demand of her: and spend that kiss, Dost thou not see my baby at my breast, Char. Peace, peace! O, break! O, break! as air, as gentle, Cleo. As sweet as balm, as soft 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; Enter the Guard, rushing in. 1 Guard. Where is the queen? Char. Speak softly, wake her not. 1 Guard. Cæsar hath sent Char. Too slow a messenger. [Applies the Asp. O, come apace, despatch: I partly feel thee. 5 Unpolitick, to leave me to myself. 1 Guard. Approach, ho! All's not well: Cæsar's beguil❜d. 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. Dol. How goes it here? 2 Guard. Dol. Enter DOLABella. All dead. Cæsar, thy thoughts Touch their effects in this: Thyself art coming [Within.] A way there, way for Cæsar! Enter CESAR, and Attendants. Dol. O, sir, you are too sure an augurer; That you did fear, is done. Cæs. 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. Dol. Who was last with them? 1 Guard. A simple countryman, that brought her figs; This was his basket. Cæs. 1 Guard. Poison'd then. O Cæsar, This Charmian liv'd but now; she stood, and spake: I found her trimming up the diadem On her dead mistress; trembling she stood, And on the sudden dropp'd. Cæs. VOL. VIII. O noble weakness! · 00 If they had swallow'd poison, 'twould appear In her strong toil of grace. 6 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 figleaves 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, Of easy ways to die. - Take up her bed; No grave upon the earth shall clip in it A pair so famous. High events as these Brought them to be lamented. Our army shall, And then to Rome. Come, Dolabella, see High order in this great solemnity. 6 Graceful appearance. [Exeunt. 7 Enfold. END OF THE EIGHTH VOLUME. LONDON: I rinted by A. & R. Spottiswoode, |