Take hence; the work is done....
Charmion.The next is ours.
Iras. Now, Charmion, to be worthy
Of our great queen and mistress.
[They apply the aspics.
Cleopatra. Already, death, I feel thee in my veins:
I go with such a will to find my lord,
That we shall quickly meet.
A heavy numbness creeps through every limb,
And now ’tis at my head: my eyelids fall,