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should not do, but in the way of honesty: how she

died of the biting of it; what pain she felt. Truly,

she makes a very good report o'the worm : But he

that will believe all that they say, shall never be

saved by half that they do: But this is most fallible,

the worm's an odd worm. -
Cleo. Get thee hence; farewell.
Clown. I wish you all joy of the worm.

[Setting down his Basket.

Cleo. Farewell.

Clown. You must think this, look you, that the worm will do his kind. Cleo. Ay, ay; farewell. Clown. Look you, the worm is not to be trusted, but in the keeping of wise people; for, indeed, there is no goodness in the worm. Cleo. Take thou no care; it shall be heeded. Clown. Very good: give it nothing, I pray you, for it is not worth the feeding. Cleo. Well, get thee gone; farewell. Clown. Yes, forsooth: I wish you joy of the worm. [Exit.

Enter IRAs, with Robe, &c.

Cleo. Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have Immortal longings in me: Now no more The juice of Egypt's grape shall moist this lip:— Yare, yare, good Iras; quick—Methinks I hear Antony call; I see him rouse himself To praise my noble act; I hear him mock The luck of Caesar, which the gods give men, To excuse their after wrath : Husband, I come: [Goes to a Bed, or Sofa, which she ascends; her Women compose her on it: IRAs sets the Basket, which she has been holding upon her own Arm, by her. Now to that name my courage prove my title!

I am fire, and air; my other elements
I give to baser life. So, have you done?
Come then, and take the last warmth of my lips.
Farewell, kind Charmian;–Iras, long farewell.
- [Kissing them. IRAs falls.
Have I the aspick in my lips? Dost fall?
If thou and nature can so gently part,
The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch,
Which hurts, and is desir'd. Dost thou lie still?
If thus thou vanishest, thou tell'st the worfd
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,
Which is my heaven to have.—Come, mortal wretch,
[To the Asp ; applying it to her Breast.
With thy sharp teeth this knot intrinsicate
Of life at once untie: poor venomous fool,
- [Stirring it.
Be angry, and despatch. O, couldst thou speak
That I might hear thee call great Caesar, ass,
Unpolicy'd -
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— - [Dies.

Enter some of the Guard.

1 Guard. Where is the queen Char. Speak softly, wake her not.

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1 Guard. Caesar hath sent— Char. Too slow a messenger. . [Applying the Asp. O, come apace, despatch; I partly feel thee. 1 Guard. Approach, ho ! All's not well: Caesar's beguil’d. 2 Guard. There's Dolabella, sent from Caesar: 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.

Enter DolabelLA.

Dol. How goes it here

2 Guard. All dead.

Dol. Caesar, thy thoughts
Touch their effects in this: Thyself art coming
To see perform'd the dreaded act, which thou
So sought'st to hinder.

Enter CesAR and Train.

Dol. O, sir, you are too sure an augurer;
That you did fear, is done.

Oct. Brav'st at the last:
She level'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


This was his basket.

Oct. Poisoned, then.

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;

[Pointing to the Floor. y 88 ANTONY AND CLEOPA'i' to A. [Act v. And these fig-leaves have slime upon them, such As the aspick leaves upon the caves of Nile. Oct. Most probable, That so she dy'd: 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 bury'd 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. [Ereunt.

The END,

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