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Wishers were ever fools ;-0 come, come, come ;
All. A beavy sight!
Ant. I am dying, Egypt, dying:
Cleo. No, let me speak; and let me rail so high,
Ant. One word, sweet queen;
Cleo. They do not go together.
Ant. Gentle, hear me:
Cleo. My resolution, and my hands, I'll trust;
Ant. The miserable change now at my end Lament nor sorrow at; but please your thoughts In feeding them with those
[ANTONY dies. The crown o'the earth doth melt:~My lord ! Oh! wither'd is the garland of the war, The soldier's pole is fall’n; young boys and girls, Are level now with men: the odds is gone, And there is nothing left remarkable Beneath the visiting moon.
Char. O, quietness, lady, [CLEOPATRĄ Swoon
Iras. She is dead too, our sovereign.
Iras. Royal Egypt !
Char. Peace, peace, Iras. [Seeing her recocer.
Cleo. No more but e'en a woman; and commanded By such poor passion as the maid that milks, And does the meanest chares. It were for me, To throw my sceptre at the injurious gods ; To tell them, that this world did equal theirs, Till they had stol'n our jewel. All but naught: Patience is sottish; and impatience does Become a dog that's mad. Then is it sin To rush into the secret house of death, Ere death dare come to us? - How do you, women? What, what? good cheer! Why, how now, Char
mian? My noble girls !-Ah, women, women! look Our lamp is spent, it's out:-Good sirs, take heart; We'll bury him: and then, what's brave, what's noble, Let's do it after the high Roman fashion, And make death proud to take us. Come, away : This case of that huge spirit now is cold. Ah, women, women ! come; we have no friend But resolution, and the briefest end. [Ereunt.