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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.

[Kisses them. IRAs falls and dies.
Have I the aspic 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 desired. Dost thou lie still ?
If thus thou vanishest, thou tell’st the world
It is not worth leave-taking.

Char. Dissolve, thick cloud, and rain, that I may say, 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, thou mortal3 wretch,

[To an asp, which she applies to her breast. With thy sharp teeth this knot intrinsicate 4 Of life at once untie : poor venomous fool, Be angry, and despatch. O, couldst thou speak,

,
That I might hear thee call great Cæsar-Ass
Unpolicied !5

Char. O, eastern star !
Cleo.

Peace, peace!

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· My other elements.] Man was supposed to be compounded of the four elements, fire, air, earth, and water.

2 So-have you done?] This refers to Iras attiring the queen. 3 Mortal.] Deadly. Extracts from Plutarch, 59.

Intrinsicate.] Complicated. Lat. Intrinsecus, ‘Bite the holy cords atwain which are too intrinse to unloose.' K. Lear, ii. 2.

Unpolicied.] Without policy.

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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, -
0, Antony !-Nay, I will take thee too :-

[Applying another asp to her arm What should I stay

[Dies Char. In this vile world ?-So, fare thee well.Now boast thee, Death, in thy possession lies A lass unparalleled !-Downy windows, close; And golden Phæbus never be beheld Of eyes again so royal !-Your crown's awry; I'll mend it, and then play.2

Enter the Guard, rushing in. First G. Where is the

queen

? Char.

Speak softly, wake her not. First G. Cæsar hath sentChar,

Too slow a messenger.

[Applies an asp. O, come apace, despatch: I partly feel thee. First G. Approach, ho ! All's not well : Cæsar's be

guiled. Second G. There 's Dolabella sent from Cæsar ;-call

him. First G. 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.3
Ah, soldier !

[Dies. What.] Why? for what? 2 And then play.) And then be released from service. Cleopatra had shortly before said to Iras, · When thou hast done this chare, I'll give thee leave to play till doomsday.'

3 It is well done, dic. Extracts from Plutarch, 58.

there! a way

Re-enter DOLABELLA.
Dol. How goes it here ?
Second G.

All dead.
Dol.

Cæsar, thy thoughts
Touch their effects in this : thyself art coming
To see performed the dreaded act which thou
So sought'st to hinder.
Without.

A
way

for Cæsar! Re-enter Cæsar and Attendants. Dol. O, sir, you are too sure an augurer : That you

did fear is done. Cæs.

Bravest at the last !
She levelled 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?
First G. A simple countryman, that brought her figs :
This was his basket.
Cæs.

Poisoned then.
Dol.

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,
And on the sudden dropped.
Cæs.

O, noble weakness !
If they had swallowed poison't would appear
By external swelling: but she looks like sleep,
As she would catch another Antony
In her strong toil 2 of grace.
Dol.

Here, on her breast,

2

1 Levclied.]

Guessed. ? Toil.] Net; snare.

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

First G. This is an aspic's trail :' and these fig-leaves
Have slime upon them, such as the aspic leaves
Upon the caves of Nile.
Cæs.

Most probable
That so she died; for her physician tells me
She hath pursued conclusions 2 infinite
Of easy 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 3 in it
A pair so famous. High events as these
Strike those that make them ;4 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.

[Exeunt.

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1 An aspic's trail.] See Extracts from Plutarch, 60.

2 Conclusions.] Experiments. So, in the Merchant of Venice, ii. 2, ‘I will try conclusions with him.'

8 Clip.] Embrace.
* Make them.] Occasion them.

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