Shakspeare.

Augustus Cæsar. Dolabella.

Augustus. Dead! say’st thou? Cleopatra?

Dolabella. She sleeps fast—

Will answer nothing more—hath no more lusts

For passion to persuade—nor art to breed

Any more combats. I have seen her laid⁠—

As for a bridal—in a pomp of charms,

That mocked the flashing jewels in her crown

With beauty never theirs. Her bridegroom one