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The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch,
It is not worth leave-taking.
Dissolve, thick cloud, and rain, that I may say, The gods themselves do weep.
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. Q! could'st thou speak,
Cleo. As sweet as balm, as soft as air, as gentle. O Antony! - Nay, I will take thee too.
What should I stay
[Applying another Asp to her Arm.
[Falls on a Bed, and dies.
Char. In this wild world? So, fare thee well.
Of eyes again so royal! Your crown's awry;
Enter the Guard, rushing in.
1 Guard. Char.
Where is the queen?
Speak softly; wake her not.
1 Guard. Cæsar hath sent
Too slow a messenger.
[Applies the Asp.
O! come; apace; despatch: I partly feel thee.
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.
Dol. How goes it here?
Cæsar, thy thoughts
Touch their effects in this: thyself art coming
Within. A way there! a way for Cæsar!
Enter CESAR, and all his Train.
Dol. 0, 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,
The manner of their deaths?
Took her own way.
Who was last with them?
1 Guard. A simple countryman that brought her figs : This was his basket.
This Charmian lived 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,
In her strong toil of grace.
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.
A pair so famous. High events as these
Our army shall,
CYMBELINE, King of Britain.
A French Gentleman, Friend to
CAIUS LUCIUS, General of the Roman Forces. A Roman Captain. Two British Captains. PISANIO, Servant to Posthumus. CORNELIUS, a Physician. Two Gentlemen. names ofPolydore and Two Jailors. ARVIRAGUS, Cadwal, supposed Sons to Belarius. PHILARIO, Friend to Post-) bumus,
IACHIMO, Friend to Phila- lians. rio,
QUEEN, Wife to Cymbeline.
Lords, Ladies, Roman Senators, Tribunes, Apparitions, a Soothsayer, a Dutch Gentleman, a Spanish Gentleman, Musicians, Officers, Captains, Soldiers, Messengers, and other Attendants.
SCENE, sometimes in Britain, sometimes in Italy.
ACT I. SCENE I.
Britain. The Garden behind CYMBELINE'S Palace.
Enter Two Gentlemen.
1 Gent. You do not meet a man, but frowns: our bloods
No more obey the heavens, than our courtiers
Still seem as does the king.