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woman; but fomething given to lier;: as a woman frould sot do, but in the way of honesty : how the dy'd of the biting of it, what pain lhe felt, --Truly; fic makes a very good report pohtorworm Bat he that will believe all that they fáy, shall never be saved by half that they do: But this is mof fallible, the' warnt's an odd


Cle. Get thee hence s faretkel.
Elo. I wish you all joy of the worm

Setting down bis basket. Exit.
Cle. Farewel.

66 Clo. You must think this, look you, that the worms 56 will do his kind.

Cle: Ay, ay farewel.

« Clo. Look you, the worm is not to be trusted, but * in the keeping of wife people ; for, indeed, there is

no goodness in the worm.
" Cle. Take thou no-care ; it shall be heeded:

Clo. Very good : give it nothing. I pray you, för • it is not worth the feedingi

66.Cle. Will it eat me? at Cla You muft not think Fame fo fimple, but I • know the devil himself will not eat a woman : I « kaow, that di woman is a difh for the gods, if the * devil dress ker' not. Bat, truly, thiefe fame whoreson

devils do the gods great here in their womed; for in · every ten that they make, the devils mår five. " . Cle

. Well, get thee gone; farewel.
6 Clo. Yes, forsooth: I wilh yoa joy of she worm.

Re-enter Iras, with Robe; &c.
Cle: Give me my tobbc, put on my crown; Fhave:
Immortal longings in me: Now no more
The juics of Egypt's grape Halk moiit this lip :-
Yare, yare, good Iras; quick.--Methinks, I hear
Artony call; I see him roufe him felf
To praise my noble act; I hear him mock
The luck of Gæfar, which the gods give mens
To excuse their after wrath" Haftand; I came :
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{Goes to a bed ar fopbe, which she ascends; her wo

mer compose her on it : Iras Jets i be basket, which

Joe has been holding upon her own arm, by ber.
Now to that name my 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 lips.
Farewel, kind Charmian ;

-Iras, long farewel.
(Killing them. Iras falls

Have I the aspick in my lips ? Dort fall ?
If thou and nature can so gently part,
The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch,
Which hurts, and is desir'd. Dost thou lie still?
If thus thou vanishest, thou tell'it the world
It is not worth leave-taking.

Cha. Diffolve, thick cloud, and sain ; that I may fay, The gods themselves do weep!

Cle. This proves me base :
If the first meet the curled Antony,
He'll make demand of her; and spend that kiss,
Which is my hearen to have.-Come, mortal wretch,

[To the App; applying it to ber breas,
With thy sharp teeth this knot intrinsicate
Of life at once uatie: poor venomous fool, (Stirring it.
Be angry, and dispatch. O, could'At thou speak!
That I might hear thee call great Cæfar, ass,

Cha. O eastern star!

Cle. Peace, peace :
Dost thou not fee my baby at my breast,
That sucks the nurse asleep?

Cha. O, break! O, brcak!

Cle. As sweet as balm, as foft as air, as gentle. o, Antony !-Nay, I will take thee too :

[Applying another Alp to ber armet What Tould I stay

(Dies. Cha. In this vile world ?-So, fare thee well.Now boast thee, death ; in thy possession lies A lass unparallel'd.--Downy windows, close ; And golden Phæbus never be beheld


Of eyes again fo royal! Your crown's awry;
I'll mend it, and then play.

Enter fome of ibe Guard.
1. G. Where is the queen ?
Cha. Speak softly, wake her not.
1. G. Cæfar hath fent

Cba. Too flow a meslenger. [ Applying the Ap.
O, come, apace, dispatch ; I partly feel thee.

1. G. Approach, ho! All's not well : Casar's beguild.
2. G. There's Dolabella, sent from Cæfar ; call him,
J. G. What work is herei-Charmian, is this well done?

Cha. It is well done, and fitting for a princess
Descended of so many royal kings.
Ah, soldier !

Enter Dolabella,
Dol. How goes it here
2. G. All dead.

Dol. Cæfar, thy thoughts
Touch their effects in this : Thyself art coming
To fee perform’d the dreaded adt, which thou
So fought'st to hinder,
Within. A way there, way for Cafar !

Enter Cæsar and train.
Dol. O, fir, you are too sure an augurer ;
That you did fear, is done.

Cef. Brav'st at the last :
She leveld at our purposes, and, being royal,
Took her own way.--The manner of their deaths ?
I do not see them bived.

Dol. Who was last with them?

1. G. A simple countryman, that brought her figs; This was his basket.

Col. Poison'd then.

1. G. O Cefar,
This Charmian liv'd but now ; Ne stood, and spake
I found her trimming up the diadem
On her dead miltress ; tremblingly she stood,
And on the sudden drop'd.

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Cef. O noble weakness!
If they had swallow'd poison, 'tirould appear
By external swelling: but the looks like feep,
As she would catch another Antony
In her strong toil of grace.

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

1. G. This is an afpick's trail ; [Painting to the flower And thefe fig-leaves bave time apoa thera, fuck As the afpick leaves upon the caves of Nile.

Caf. Most probable,
That so the dy'd: for her physician tells me,
She hath purfu'd conclufions infinite
Of easy ways to die. Take up her bed;
And bear her women from the monament:-
She shall be bury'd by her Antony.
No grave upon the earth ball clip in it
A pair so famous. High events as theft
Strike chofe shat make them sed their fory in
No less in pity, than his glory, which
Brought them to be famemted. Our aruty fall
In folemn shęw, attend his funeral ;
And then to Rome. Come, Dolabella, fee
High order in this great folemnity *.

Exeunt. • Notwithftanding the fifth Act wants the militance of Satanya who, as a main-pillar, would not have been call down to foong yer it is rather the most regular and affeeting of the whole : Cleopatra in it is very confftent; and (upported by an actress polresting gracega power, and feelingo. mut work very tragic effects.

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