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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 [345]

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 the aspic leaves [350]
Upon the caves of Nile.

CÆSAR
Most probable
That so she died: for her physician tells me
She hath pursued conclusions infinite

Of easy ways to die. Take up her bed,
And bear her women from the monument; [355]
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 [360]
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.)