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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

her figs; This was his basket. Cæs.

Poison’d then. 1 Guard.

O Cæsar,
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. [Exeunt.

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Bel. How found you him?
Ary.

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.
Gui.

Where? Arv.

O'the floor; His arms thus leagu'd: I thought, he slept.

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