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For I can now believe whate'er thou sayst,
That we may part more kindly.

Cleop.I will come:
Doubt not, my life, I'll come, and quickly too:
Cæsar shall triumph o'er no part of thee.

Ant.But grieve not, while thou stay'st
My last disastrous times:
Think we have had a clear and glorious day;
And Heav'n did kindly to delay the storm
Just till our close of ev'ning. Ten years love,
And not a moment lost, but all improv'd
To th' utmost joys: What Ages have we liv'd?
And now to die each others; and, so dying,
While hand in hand we walk in Groves below,
Whole Troops of Lovers Ghosts shall flock about us,
And all the Train be ours.

Cleop.Your words are like the Notes of dying Swans,
Too sweet to last. Were there so many hours
For your unkindness, and not one for love?

Ant.No, not a minute.———This one kiss———more worth
Than all I leave to Cæsar. (Dies.

Cleop.O, tell me so again,
And take ten thousand kisses, for that word.
My Lord, my Lord: speak, if you yet have being;
Sigh to me, if you cannot speak; or cast
One look: Do any thing that shows you live.

Iras.He's gone too far, to hear you;
And this you see, a lump of sensless Clay,
The leavings of a Soul.

Char.Remember Madam,
He charg'd you not to grieve.

Cleop.And I'll obey him.
I have not lov'd a Roman not to know
What should become of his Wife; his Wife, my Charmion;
For 'tis to that high Title I aspire,
And now I'll not die less. Let dull Octavia
Survive, to mourn him dead: my Nobler Fate
Shall knit our Spousals with a tie too strong
For Roman Laws to break.

Iras.