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CLEOPATRA.
WHat, hath my face yet powre to win a Louer?
Can this torne remnant serue to grace me so,
That it can Caesars secrete plots discouer
What he intends with mee and mine to do?
VVhy then poore Beautie thou hast doone thy last,
And best good seruice thou could'st doe vnto mee.
For now the time of death reueal'd thou hast,
Which in my life didst serue but to vndoe mee.
Heere Dolabella far forsooth in loue,
Writes, how that Caesar meanes forthwith, to send
Both mee and mine, th' ayre of Rome to proue:
There his Tryumphant Chariot to attend.
I thanke the man, both for his loue and letter;
Th'one comes fit to warne mee thus before,
But for th'other, I must die his debter,
For Cleopatra now can loue no more.
But hauing leaue, I must goe take my leaue
And last farewell of my dead Anthony:
Whose deerely honour'd Tom be must heere receaue
This sacrifice, the last before I dye.