For there they found stretcht on a bed of gold,
Dead Cleopatra; and that proudly dead,
In all the rich attire procure she could;
And dying Charmion trimming of her head,
And Eras at her feete, dead in like case.
“Charmion, is this well done?” sayd one of them.
“Yea, well,” sayd she, “and her that from the race
Of so great Kings descends, doth best become.”
And with that word, yields to her faithfull breath
To passe th’ assurance of her loue with death.