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Enter Cæsar, and Attendants.
Dol. O, sir, you are too sure an augurer;
Brav'st at the last:
Who was last with them? 1 Guard. A simple countryman, that brought
This was his basket.
O noble weakness !-
Here, on her breast,
leaves Have slime upon them, such as the aspick leaves Upon the caves of Nile.
Most probable, That so she died; for her physician tells me, She hath pursu'd conclusions infinite Of easy ways to die.—Take up her bed; And bear her women from the monument: She shall be buried by her Antony: No grave upon the earth shall clip in it A pair so famous. High events as these Strike those that make them: and their story is No less in pity, than his glory, which Brought them to be lamented. Our army shall, In solemn show, attend this funeral; And then to Rome.-Come, Dolabella, see High order in this great solemnity. [Exeunt.
Bel. How found you him?
Stark, as you see :
O'the floor; His arms thus leagu'd: I thought, he slept.