Clown. Yes, forfooth, I wish you joy o'th' worm.

[Exit.

Cleo. Give me my Robe, put on my Crown; I have Now no more

Immortal Longings in me.

The juice of Egypt's grape fhall moift this lip.
Yare, yare, good Iras; quick

Antony call, I fee him rowfe himself

methinks, I hear

To praise my noble act. I hear him mock
The luck of Cafar, which the Gods give men
T excufe their after-wrath. Husband, I come;
Now to that name my courage prove my title!
I am fire, and air; my other elements
I give to bafer life. So

have you done? Come then, and take the laft warmth of my lips. Farewel, kind Charmian; Iras, long farewel."

[Applying the afp.

Have I the afpick in my lips? doft fall?

If thou and nature can fo gently part,
The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch,
Which hurts, and is defir'd. Doft thou lye ftill?
If thus thou vanishest, thou tell'st the world,

It is not worth leave-taking.

To Iras.

[Iras dies.

Char. Diffolve, thick Cloud, and rain, that I may fay,

The Gods themselves do weep.

Cleo. This proves me base

If fhe 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 fharp teeth this knot intrinficate

Of life at once untie: poor venomous fool,

[To the ferpent.

Be angry, and difpatch. Oh, could't thou fpeak,
That I might hear thee call great Cæfar ass,
Unpolicied!

Char. Oh eastern star!

Cleo. Peace, peace!

Doft thou not see my baby at my breast,

That fucks the nurfe afleep?

Char. O break! O break!

Cleo. As fweet as balm, as foft as air, as gentle,

O Antony!Nay, I will take thee too.-(40).

[Applying another Afp to her Arm.

What should I stay
Char. In this wild world? fo, fare thee well:
Now, boast thee, Death, in thy poffeffion lies
A lafs unparallel'd-Downy windows, clofe;
And golden Phabus never be beheld

Of eyes again fo royal! your Crown's awry;
I'll mend it, and then play

Enter the Guard, rushing in.

1 Guard. Where's the Queen ? Char: Speak foftly, wake her not.

1 Guard. Cæfar hath fent

[Dies.

[Charmian applies the afp.

Char. Too flow a meffenger.

Oh, come apace, dispatch, I partly feel thee.

1 Guard. Approach, ho! all's not well. Cafar's beguil'd.

2 Guard. There's Dolabella fent from Cæfar; call him. 1 Guard. What work is here, Charmian? is this

well done?

Char. It is well done, and fitting for a Princess Defcended of so many royal Kings.

Ah, foldiers!

Enter Dolabella.

Dol. How goes it here?

2 Guard. All dead!

Dol. Cafar, thy thoughts

[Charmian dies.

Touch their effects in this; thy felf art coming

(40) 0 Antony! nay I will take thee too.] As there has been hitherto no Break in this Verfe, nor any marginal Direc tion, Thee neceffarily muft feem to refer to Antony. But 'tis certain, Cleopatra is here defign'd to apply one Afpick to her Arm, as she had before clap'd One to her Breaft. And the laft Speech of Dolabella in the Play is a Confirmation of This. Here, on her Breaft,

There is a Vent of Blood, and fomething blown ;
The like is on her Arm.

Te

To fee perform'd the dreaded act, which thou
So fought'ft to hinder.

Enter Cafar and Attendants.

All Make way there, make way for Cæfar. Dol. Oh, Sir, you are too fure an augurer; That, you did fear, is done.

Caf. Braveft at laft:

She levell'd at our purpose, and, being royal,
Took her own way.

The manner of their deaths?

I do not fee them bleed.

Dol. Who was laft with them?

1 Guard. A fimple country man, that brought her figs : This was his basket.

Cal. Poifon'd then!

1 Gent. Oh Cæfar!

This Charmian liv'd but now, fhe stood and fpake:
I found her trimming up the diadem

On her dead miftrefs; tremblingly she stood,

And on the fudden dropt.

Caf. Oh noble weakness!

If they had fwallow'd poifon, 'twould appear
By external fwelling; but the looks like sleep;
As the would catch another Antony

In her ftrong toil of grace.

Dol. Here, on her breast,

There is a vent of blood, and fomething blown:
The like is on her arm.

1 Guard. This is an afpick's trail;

And thefe fig-leaves have flime upon them, fuch
As th' afpick leaves upon the caves of Nile.
Caf. Moft probable,

That fo fhe dy'd; for her phyfician tells me,
She has purfu'd conclufions infinite

Of eafie ways to die. Take up her bed,
And bear her women from the monument:
She fhall be buried by her Antony.

No

grave upon the earth shall clip in it A pair fo famous. High events as thefe Strike those that make them; and their story is

No lefs in pity, than his glory, which
Brought them to be lamented. Our army fhall,
In folemn fhew, attend this funeral;
And then to Rome: come, Dolabella, fee
High order in this great folemnity,

[Exeunt omnes.

CYMBE