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1 Guard. This is an afpick's trail,

And these fig-leaves have flime upon them, fuch
As th' afpick leaves upon the caves of Nile.
Caf. Moft probable

That fo fhe died; for her phyfician tells me
She hath purfu'd conclufions infinite

Of eafie 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 fhall clip in it
A pair fo famous. High events as these
Strike those that make them; and their story is
No lefs in pity, than his glory, which
Brought them to be lamented. Our army shall,
In folemn fhew, attend this funeral,
And then to Rome: come, Dolabella, fee
High order in this great folemnity.

[Exeunt omnes.

The End of the SEVENTH VOLUME,

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