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Cle. The crown o' the earth doth melt! My lord ! 0, wither'd is the garland of the war! The soldier's pride is fall’n ; the odds are gone; And there is nothing left of worth beneath The visiting moon! Char. O, quietness, dear lady!
[CLEOPATRA faints. Iras. Oli, madam, madam!
Char. Leave us with the queen, A while, good Diomed. Take the soldiers hence.
[Exit DIOMEDES, with the Soldiers. Cle. (Recovering.] Ah me!-Is’t Charmion there?
what, Iras, too? Char. Dear royal empress!
Cle. Good now, come; take heart; We'll bury him; and then what's brave, what's
Let's do it after the high Roman fashion,
And make death proud to take us.
Iras. Listen !-hark !--
Some one approaches.
Cle. Surprised !
E’en be it so.-Well, sir, you come from Cæsar.
Dol. Cæsar sends greeting to the queen of Egypt,
And bids thee study on what fair demands
Thou mean'st to have him grant thee.
Cle. What's thy name?
Dol. My name is Dolabella :-
Most noble queen, assuredly you know me?
Cle. No matter, sir, what I have heard or known. You laugh when boys or women tell their dreams ; Is't not your trick?
Dol. I understand not, madam.
Cle. I dreamt there was an emperor Antonyms O, such another sleep! that I might see
But such another man !
what Cæsar means to do with me?
Dol. I am loth to tell you what I would you knew,
Cle. He'll lead me, then, in triumph ?
Dol. Madam, he will : Once, sworn by your com-
Which my love makes religion to obey,
} tell you this :-Cæsar through Syria
Intends his journey; and, within three days,
You, with your children, will be send before :
your best use of this; I have perform'd Your pleasure, and my promise.
I shall remain your debtor.
Dol. I, your servant.
Adieu, good queen! I must attend on Cæsar.
Cle. Farewell, and thanks! (Exit DOLABELLA.
Now, Charmion, what think'st thou?
Thou, an Egyptian puppei, shalt be shewn
In Rome, as well as I.
Char. O, the good gods! and must we live to seet
Cle. No, never, never, Charmion! thou remem-
This morn, a rural fellow brought me fruit;
And at the bottom of his basket lurk'd
The pretty worm of Nile, that kills, and pains not :
Bring me that basket.
Methinks I hear
Antony call; I see him rouse himself
To praise my noble act: I hear him mock
The luck of Cæsar, which the gods give men
To excuse their after wrath,
Enter CHARMION with the basket.
Char. Oh, madam! what is it you have resolved ?
Cle. (Taking the basket.] Dull that thou art! I go
to meet my
Ay, here's the aspick:-Husband, now I come !
(Goes to a couch which she ascends ; her woment
compose her on it.
Now to that name iny 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 lipsa
Farewell, kind Charmion! Iras, long farewell !
Dissolve, thick cloud, and rain! that I may say
The gods themselves do weep:
Come, mortal wretch, [To the asp, applying it:
Come, thou poor venomous fool !
Be angry and dispatch.
Char. O, eastern star !
Cle. Peace, peace!
I soon shall meet my noble Antony,
And meet his kiss, which 'tis my heaven to have.
Char. O, break! O, break my heart!
Cle. As sweet as balm, as soft as air, as gentle, 0, Antony !
Guard. Where is the queen?
Approach, ho! All's not well.
What work is here! Charmion, is this well done?
Dol. How pow?
Way there! make way for Cæsar !
Enter Cæsar and his Officers.
Dol. O, sir! you are too sure an augurer ;
you did fear, is done.
Cæsar. Bravest at the last:
She levelld at our purposes, and, being royal,
Took her own way. The manner of her death?
I do not see her bleed; she looks like sleep;
As she would catch another Antony In her strong toil of grace. 1st Guard. [ Taking up the basket.] These leaves have slime
Such as the aspick leaves upon the caves of Nile.
Cæsar. Most probable
That so she fell; for I have oft been told
She hath pursued conclusions infinite
Of easy ways to die.
Now bear the bodies from the monument.
She shall be buried by her Antony;
Then we'll to Rome.--Come, Dolabella ; sce
Higli honour in this great solemnity.
Exeunt C. san and his Party.
Eider Proculeius, with an Officer, and a Company
Pro. Ilalt. We must hero abide till Dolabella
Arrive, to tell us how we may proceed
In the interment of Mark Antony;
Lo! in good time he comes.
Dol. Well met, my friends,-
If well we meet upon a cause so mournful.
Pro. Antony was your friend.
Dor. He was ;-- none, once,
So dear to me as Antony;-not Cæsar;
We were so closed within each other's bosomis,
The rivets were not found that join'd us fast.
War sunder'd us! Oh, in his happier day,
His legs bestrid the ocean ;-his rear'd arm
Crested the world ;-his voice was propertied
As all the tuned spheres, unto his friends;
But when he meant to quail, and strike the orb,
He was as rattling thunder.
Proc. How stands the order for our march?
Dol. E'en thus:-
Attend the ceremony, as to serve,
Rather than to command, its order.-- They
Who served Mark Antony, e’en to the last,
The best will honour him.-Our Cæsar's troops
Must be subservient;- Antony's adherents
Must fix the order of procession, and
Admit us, or reject us, at their will.
Pro. I am instructed.
Dol. I shall go
you. Pro. Now, soldiers, march !
(Soldiers and their leaders march out,
A Grand Funeral Procession ;
During which is sung the following
Cold in death the hero lies ;
Nervelcss, now, the victor's arm;