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Clown. Yes, forsooth, I wish you joy o'th' worm.
[Exit. Cleo. Give me my Robe, put on my Crown; I have Immortal Longings in me.
Now no more
[ Applying the app. Have I the aspick in my lips? doft fall?
To Iras. If thou and nature can so gently part, The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch, Which hurts, and is desir'd. Doft chou lye still? If thus thou vanishest, thou tell’ft the world, It is not worth leave-taking.
[Iras dies. Char. Dissolve, thick Cloud, and rain, that I may fay, The Gods themselves do weep.
Cleo. This proves me base If the first meet the curled Antony, He'll make demand of her, and spend that kiss, Which is my heav'n to have. Come, mortal wretch, With thy sharp teeth this knot intrinsicate Of life at once untie: poor venomous fool, Be angry, and dispatch. Oh, could'it thou speak, That I might hear thee call great Cæfar afs, Unpolicied!
Char. Oh eastern star!
Cleo. Peace, peace !
Char. O break! O break!
[To the serpent. O Antony! Nay, I will take thee too. (40)
[ Applying another Alp to ber Arm. What should I stay
[Dies. Char. In this wild world? so, fare thee well : Now, boast thee, Death, in thy pofleffion lies A lass unparallel'd-Downy windows, clofe ; And golden Phæbus never be beheld Of eyes again fo royal ! your Crown's awry ; I'll mend it, and then play
Enter the Guard, rushing in. i Guard. Where's the Queen ? Char. Speak softly, wake her not. i Guard. Cæfar hath sent
[Charmian applies the afp. Char. Too flow a messenger. Oh, come apace, dispatch, I partly feel thee. i Guard. Approach, ho! all's not well. Cæsar's be
guild. 2 Guard. There's Dolabella sent from Cæfar; call him. i Guard. What work is here, Charmian? is this
[Charmian dies. Enter Dolabella. Dol. How goes it here? 2 Guard. All dead!
Dol. Cafar, thy thoughts
(40) O Antony! nay I will take thee too.] As there has been hitherto no Break in this Verse, nor any marginal Direction, Thee necessarily must seem to refer to Antony. But 'tis certain, Cleopatra is here design’d to apply one Aspick to her Arm, as fhe had before clap d One to her Breaft. And the last Speech of Dolabella in the Play is a Confirmation of this.
Here, on her breast,
To see perform’d the dreaded act, which thou
Enter Cæfar and Attendants.
Caf. Bravest at last:
Dol. Who was last with them?
i Guard. A simple country man, that brought her figs : This was his basket.
Cæs. Poison'd then!
1 Gent. Oh Cafar!
Caf. Oh noble weakness !
Dol. Here, on her breast,
i Guard. This is an aspick's trail ;
Cæs. Most probable,
grave upon the earth shall clip in it
No less in pity, than his glory, which
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