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O, come apace, dispatch. I partly feel thee. |
FIRST GUARD. Approach, ho! All's not well: Caesar's beguil'd. |
SECOND GUARD. There's Dolabella sent from Caesar; call him. |
FIRST GUARD. What work is here! Charmian, is this well done? |
CHARMIAN. It is well done, and fitting for a princes |
Descended of so many royal kings. |
Ah, soldier! [CHARMIAN dies] |
Re-enter DOLABELLA |
DOLABELLA. How goes it here? |
SECOND GUARD. All dead. |
DOLABELLA. Caesar, thy thoughts |
Touch their effects in this. Thyself art coming |
To see perform'd the dreaded act which thou |
So sought'st to hinder. |
[Within: 'A way there, a way for Caesar!'] |
Re-enter CAESAR and all his train |
DOLABELLA. O sir, you are too sure an augurer: |
That you did fear is done. |
CAESAR. Bravest 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. |
DOLABELLA. Who was last with them? |
FIRST GUARD. A simple countryman that brought her figs. |
This was his basket. |
CAESAR. Poison'd then. |
FIRST GUARD. O Caesar, |
This Charmian liv'd but now; she stood and spake. |
I found her trimming up the diadem |
On her dead mistress. Tremblingly she stood, |
And on the sudden dropp'd. |
CAESAR. 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. |
DOLABELLA. Here on her breast |
There is a vent of blood, and something blown; |
The like is on her arm. |
FIRST GUARD. This is an aspic's trail; and these fig-leaves |
Have slime upon them, such as th' aspic leaves |
Upon the caves of Nile. |
CAESAR. 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 |
THE END |
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AS YOU LIKE IT |
by William Shakespeare |
DRAMATIS PERSONAE. |
DUKE, living in exile |
FREDERICK, his brother, and usurper of his dominions |
AMIENS, lord attending on the banished Duke |
JAQUES, " " " " " " |
LE BEAU, a courtier attending upon Frederick |
CHARLES, wrestler to Frederick |
OLIVER, son of Sir Rowland de Boys |
JAQUES, " " " " " " |
ORLANDO, " " " " " " |
ADAM, servant to Oliver |
DENNIS, " " " |
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