O Antony!-Nay, I will take thee too:

What should I stay

[applying another afp to her arm. [falls on a bed, and dies. Char. In this wild world?-So, fare thee well.Now boaft thee, death! in thy poffeffion lies A lafs unparallel'd.-Downy windows, clofe; And golden Phoebus never be beheld

Of eyes again fo royal! Your crown's awry;
I'll mend it, and then play.

Enter the Guard, rushing in.

1. Guard. Where is the queen?
Char. Speak foftly, wake her not.
1. Guard. Cæfar hath fent-
Char. Too flow a messenger.

[applies the afp.

O, come; apace, dispatch: I partly feel thee.

1. Guard. Approach, ho! All's not well: Cæfar's be guil'd.

2. Guard. There's Dolabella fent from Cæfar;-call him. 1. Guard. What work is here?-Charmian, is this well

done?

Char. It is well done, and fitting for a princess

Defcended of fo many royal kings 5.

Ah, foldier!

Enter DOLABELLA.

Dol. How goes it here?

2. Guard. All dead.

Dol. Cæfar, thy thoughts

Touch their effects in this : Thyfelf art coming
To fee perform'd the dreaded act, which thou
So fought'ft to hinder.

Within. Away there, a way for Cæfar!

Enter CESAR, and Attendants.

Dol, O, fir, you are too fure an augurer;

That

you did fear, is done.

Caf. Braveft at the laft:

She levell'd at our purposes, and, being royal,
Took her own way. The manner of their deaths ?
I do not fee them bleed.

Dol. Who was laft with them?

[dies

1. Guard

1. Guard. A fimple countryman, that brought her figs ; This was his basket.

Caf. Poifon'd then.

1. Guard. O Cæfar,

This Charmian liv'd but now; fhe ftood, and spake:
I found her trimming up the diadem

On her dead miftrefs; tremblingly she stood,
And on the fudden drop'd.

Caf. O noble weakness !

If they had fwallow'd poifon, 'twould appear
By external swelling: but the looks like sleep,
As fhe would catch another Antony

In her ftrong toil of grace.

Dol. Here, on her breast,

There is a vent of blood, and fomething blown :
The like is on her arm.

1. Guard. This is an afpick's trail; and thefe fig-leaves Have flime upon them, such as the afpick leaves

Upon the caves of Nile.

Caf. Moft probable,

That fo fhe dy'd; for her phyfician tells me,

She hath purfu'd conclufions 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 fhall clip in it
A pair fo famous. High events as these
Strike those that make them: and their story is
No lefs in pity, than his glory, which

Brought them to be lamented. Our army fhall,
In folemn fhew, attend this funeral;
And then to Rome. - Come, Dolabella, fee
High order in this great folemnity.

[Exeunt.

9 She bath pursued conclufions infinite-] i. e. numberless experiments.

TIMON OF ATHENS.

VOL. VI.

K

THE ftory of the Mifanthrope is told in almost every collection of the time, and particularly in two books, with which Shakspeare was intimately acquainted; the Palace of Pleasure, and the English Plutarch. Indeed from a paffage in an old play, called Jack Drum's Extertainment, I conjecture that he had before made his appearance on the ftage. FARMER.