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Antony call; I see him rouse himself
I give to baser life.-So,-have you done?
It is not worth leave-taking.
Char. Dissolve, thick cloud, and rain; that I may
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. O eastern star!
Cleo. Peace, peace!
Dost thou not see my baby at my breast,
That sucks the nurse asleep?
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. 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; I'll mend it, and then play.
Enter the Guard, rushing in.
1st Guard. Where is the queen? Char. Speak softly, wake her not. 1st Guard. Cæsar hath sent
Char. Too slow a messenger.
O, come; apace, despatch: I partly feel thee.
1st Guard. Approach, ho! All's not well: Cæsar's beguil❜d.
2d Guard. There's Dolabella sent from Cæsar;-call him.
[Applies the Asp.
1st Guard. What work is here?-Charmian, is this well done?
Char. It is well done, and fitting for a princess
Dol. How goes it here? 2d Guard. All dead.
Dol. 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.
Cas. Bravest at the last:
She levell'd at our purposes, and, being royal,
Dol. Who was last with them?
1st Guard. A simple countryman, that brought her figs;
This was his basket.
Cas. Poison'd then.
1st Guard. 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,
Cas. O noble weakness!
If they had swallow'd poison, 'twould appear
In her strong toil of grace.
Dol. Here, on her breast,
There is a vent of blood, and something blown :
1st Guard. This is an aspick's trail: and these figleaves
Have slime upon them, such as the aspick leaves
Cas. Most probable,
That so she died; for her physician tells me,
END OF VOLUME FIFTEENTH.