(Dies. Iras sinks down at her feet and dies;
Charmian stands behind her chair as dressing
her head. Enter Serapion, two priests, Alexas
bound, Egyptians).
Two Priests. Behold, Serapion, what havoc death hath made.
Serapion. ’Twas what I feared. Charmian, is this well done?
Charmian. Yes, ’tis well done, and like a queen, the last
Of her great race: I follow her.
(sinks down; dies).