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  • Title: Anthony and Cleopatra (Folio 1, 1623)
  • Editor: Randall Martin

    • ISBN: 978-1-55058-433-2

    Copyright Randall Martin. This text may be freely used for educational, non-profit purposes; for all other uses contact the Editor.
    Author: William Shakespeare
    Editor: Randall Martin
    Not Peer Reviewed

    Anthony and Cleopatra (Folio 1, 1623)

    368The Tragedie of Anthony and Cleopatra.
    Dol. Oh sir, you are too sure an Augurer:
    That you did feare, is done.
    Caesar. Brauest at the last,
    3600She leuell'd at our purposes, and being Royall
    Tooke her owne way: the manner of their deaths,
    I do not see them bleede.
    Dol. Who was last with them?
    1. Guard. A simple Countryman, that broght hir Figs:
    3605This was his Basket.
    Caesar. Poyson'd then.
    1. Guard. Oh Caesar:
    This Charmian liu'd but now, she stood and spake:
    I found her trimming vp the Diadem;
    3610On her dead Mistris tremblingly she stood,
    And on the sodaine dropt.
    Caesar. Oh Noble weakenesse:
    If they had swallow'd poyson, 'twould appeare
    By externall swelling: but she lookes like sleepe,
    3615As she would catch another Anthony
    In her strong toyle of Grace.

    Dol. Heere on her brest,
    There is a vent of Bloud, and something blowne,
    The like is on her Arme.
    36201. Guard. This is an Aspickes traile,
    And these Figge-leaues haue slime vpon them, such
    As th'Aspicke leaues vpon the Caues of Nyle.
    Caesar. Most probable
    That so she dyed: for her Physitian tels mee
    3625She hath pursu'de Conclusions infinite
    Of easie wayes to dye. Take vp her bed,
    And beare her Women from the Monument,
    She shall be buried by her Anthony.
    No Graue vpon the earth shall clip in it
    3630A payre so famous: high euents as these
    Strike those that make them: and their Story is
    No lesse in pitty, then his Glory which
    Brought them to be lamented. Our Army shall
    In solemne shew, attend this Funerall,
    3635And then to Rome. Come Dolabella, see
    High Order, in this great Solmemnity. Exeunt omnes




    FINIS.




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