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Wishers were ever fools ;-0 come, come, come ;
And welcome, welcome die, where thou hast liv'd:
Quicken with kissing; had my lips that power,
Thus would I wear them out.

All. A beavy sight!

Ant. I am dying, Egypt, dying:
Give me some wine, and let me speak a little.

Cleo. No, let me speak; and let me rail so high,
That the false huswife fortune break her wheel,
Provok'd by my offence.

Ant. One word, sweet queen;
Of Cæsar seek your honour, with your safety. O!

Cleo. They do not go together.

Ant. Gentle, hear me:
None about Cæsar trust but Proculeius.

Cleo. My resolution, and my hands, I'll trust;
None about Cæsar.

Ant. The miserable change now at my end Lament nor sorrow at; but please your thoughts In feeding them with those

my

former fortunes,
Wherein I liv'd; the greatest prince o' the world,
The noblest : and do now not basely die,
Not cowardly put off my helmet to
My countryman; a Roman by a Roman
Valiantly yanquished. Now my spirit is going,
I can no more.

[Sinks.
Cleo. Noblest of men, woo't die ?
Hast thou no care of me? shall I abide
In this dull world, which in thy absence is
No better than a sty 1-0, see, my women,

[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.
Char. Lady-
Iras. Madam-
Char. O madam, madain, madam!

Iras. Royal Egypt !
Empress !

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.

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