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Enter Ccesar, and Attendants.

Dot. O, sir, you are too sure an augurer; That you did fear, is done.

Cces. Brav'st 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 simple countryman, that brought

her figs; This was his basket.

Cces. Poison'd then.

1 Guard. O Caesar,

This Charmian liv'd but now; she stood, and


I found her trimming up the diadem
On her dead mistress; tremblingly she stood,
And on the sudden dropp'd.

Cces. O noble weakness!—

If they had swallow'd poison, 'twould appear
By external swelling: but she looks like sleep,
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 figleaves

Have slime upon them, such as the aspick leaves
Upon the caves of Nile.

Cces. Most probable,

That so she died; for her physician tells me,
She hath pursu'd conclusions 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 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 solemn show, attend this funeral;
And then to Rome.—Come, Dolabella, see
High order in this great solemnity. [Exeunt.


Act IV. Scene II.

Be). How found you him?

Arv. Stark, as you see:

Thus smiling, as some fly had tickled slumler,
Not as death's dart, leing laugh'd at: his right check
Reposing on a cushion.

Gui. Where?

Arv. 0'the floor;

His arms thus leagud: I thought, he slept.

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