[Charmian and Iras apply the Asp.

Char. Too flow a Messenger.

Oh come apace, dispatch, I partly feel thee.

I Guard. Approach ho!

All's not well. Casar's beguil'd.

2 Guard. There's Dolabella fent from Cafar; call him.

1 Guard. What work is here, Charmian? Is this well done ?

Char. Is't well done, and fitting for a Princess

Defcended of so many Royal Kings.

Ah Soldiers!

[Charmian and Iras Die.

Enter Dolabella.

Dol. How goes it here ?

Guard. All Dead.

Dol. Cafar, thy Thoughts

Touch their Effects in this; thy felf art coming

To fee perform'd the dreaded At which thou

So fought'st to hinder.

Enter Cæfar and Attendants.

All. Make way there, make way for Cafar.

Dol. Oh, Sir, you are too sure an Augurer;

That you did fear, is done.

Caf. Bravest 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 fimple Countryman, that brought her Figs :

This was his Basket.

Cas. Poison'd then.

1 Gent. Oh Cafar !

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 fudden dropt.

Cafar. Oh noble weakness!

If they had swallow'd Poison, 'twould appear
By external Swelling; but the looks like fsleep,
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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 flime upon them, such
As th' Aspick leaves upon the Caves of Nyle.

Cas. Most probable

That so the died; for her Physician tells me
She hath pursu'd Conclusions infinite
Of easie 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 folemn thew, attend this Funeral,
And then to Rome: Come, Dolabella, see
High Order in this great Solemnity.

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