Which hurts, and is desir'd. Dost thou lie still? Char. Dissolve, thick cloud, and rain; that I may say, The gods themselves do weep! Cleo. This proves me base : If she first meet the curled Antony, He'll make demand of her; and spend that kiss, Char. Cleo. O eastern star! Peace, peace! breast, Dost thou not see my baby at my Char. 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. Of eyes again so royal! Your crown's awry; Enter the Guard, rushing in. 1 Guard. Where is the queen? Char. 1 Guard. Cæsar hath sent 6. Speak softly, wake her not. Unpolitick, to leave me to myself. Char. 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 2-Charmian, is this well done? Char. It is well done, and fitting for a princess Descended of so many royal kings. Ah, soldier! [Dies. 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 1 Guard. Poison'd then. O Cæsar, This Charmian lived but now; she stood, and spake: I found her trimming up the diadem On her dead mistress; tremblingly she stood, Cæs. O noble weakness!. If they had swallow'd poison, 't would appear In her strong toil of grace.' Dol. 7 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, And bear her women from the monument: No grave upon the earth shall clip in it Brought them to be lamented. Our army shall, And then to Rome.-Come, Dolabella, see 7 Graceful appearance. [Exeunt. 8 Enfold. END OF THE EIGHTH VOLUME. Printed by A. Strahan, Printers-Street, London. |