Char. O breake! O breake!
Cleo. As sweet as Balme, as soft as Ayre, as gentle.
O Anthony! Nay I will take thee too.
What should I stay-
Dyes.
Char. In this wilde World? So fare thee well:
Now boast thee Death, in thy possession lyes
A Lasse vnparalell'd. Downie Windowes cloze,
And golden Phoebus, neuer be beheld
Of eyes againe so Royall: your Crownes away,
Ile mend it, and then play-
Enter the Guard rustling in; and Dolabella.
1.Guard. Where's the Queene?
Char. Speake softly, wake her not
1 Caesar hath sent
Char. Too slow a Messenger.
Oh come apace, dispatch, I partly feele thee
1 Approach hoa,
All's not well: Caesar's beguild
2 There's Dolabella sent from Caesar: call him
1 What worke is heere Charmian?
Is this well done?
Char. It is well done, and fitting for a Princesse
Descended of so many Royall Kings.
Ah Souldier.
Charmian dyes.
Enter Dolabella.