Antony and Cleopatra
Act 4, Scene 15
Alexandria. Another room in a monument in Cleopatra’s palace.
- Enter Cleopatra and her maids aloft, with Charmian and Iras.
- O Charmian, I will never go from hence.
- Be comforted, dear madam.
Cleopatra4 - 10
- No, I will not.
- All strange and terrible events are welcome,
- But comforts we despise; our size of sorrow,
- Proportion’d to our cause, must be as great
- As that which makes it.
- Enter Diomed below.
- How now? Is he dead?
Diomedes11 - 13
- His death’s upon him, but not dead.
- Look out o’ th’ other side your monument,
- His guard have brought him thither.
- Enter below Antony, and the Guard bearing him.
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- O sun,
- Burn the great sphere thou mov’st in! Darkling stand
- The varying shore o’ th’ world! O Antony,
- Antony, Antony! Help, Charmian, help, Iras, help;
- Help, friends below, let’s draw him hither.
Mark Antony20 - 22
- Not Caesar’s valor hath o’erthrown Antony,
- But Antony’s hath triumph’d on itself.
Cleopatra23 - 24
- So it should be, that none but Antony
- Should conquer Antony, but woe ’tis so!
Mark Antony25 - 28
- I am dying, Egypt, dying; only
- I here importune death awhile, until
- Of many thousand kisses the poor last
- I lay upon thy lips.
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- I dare not, dear—
- Dear my lord, pardon—I dare not,
- Lest I be taken. Not th’ imperious show
- Of the full-fortun’d Caesar ever shall
- Be brooch’d with me, if knife, drugs, serpents have
- Edge, sting, or operation. I am safe:
- Your wife Octavia, with her modest eyes
- And still conclusion, shall acquire no honor
- Demuring upon me. But come, come, Antony—
- Help me, my women—we must draw thee up.
- Assist, good friends.
- O, quick, or I am gone.
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- Here’s sport indeed! How heavy weighs my lord!
- Our strength is all gone into heaviness,
- That makes the weight. Had I great Juno’s power,
- The strong-wing’d Mercury should fetch thee up,
- And set thee by Jove’s side. Yet come a little—
- Wishers were ever fools—O, come, come, come,
- They heave Antony aloft to Cleopatra.
- And welcome, welcome! Die when thou hast liv’d,
- Quicken with kissing. Had my lips that power,
- Thus would I wear them out.
- A heavy sight!
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- I am dying, Egypt, dying.
- Give me some wine, and let me speak a little.
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- No, let me speak, and let me rail so high,
- That the false huswife Fortune break her wheel,
- Provok’d by my offense.
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- One word, sweet queen:
- Of Caesar seek your honor, with your safety. O!
- They do not go together.
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- Gentle, hear me:
- None about Caesar trust but Proculeius.
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- My resolution and my hands I’ll trust,
- None about Caesar.
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- The miserable change now at my end
- Lament nor sorrow at; but please your thoughts
- In feeding them with those my former fortunes
- Wherein I liv’d, the greatest prince o’ th’ world,
- The noblest; and do now not basely die,
- Not cowardly put off my helmet to
- My countryman—a Roman by a Roman
- Valiantly vanquish’d. Now my spirit is going,
- I can no more.
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- Noblest of men, woo’t die?
- Hast thou no care of me? Shall I abide
- In this dull world, which in thy absence is
- No better than a sty? O, see, my women:
- Antony dies.
- The crown o’ th’ earth doth melt. My lord!
- O, wither’d is the garland of the war,
- The soldier’s pole is fall’n! Young boys and girls
- Are level now with men; the odds is gone,
- And there is nothing left remarkable
- Beneath the visiting moon.
- O, quietness, lady!
- She’s dead too, our sovereign.
- O madam, madam, madam!
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- Royal Egypt!
- Peace, peace, Iras!
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- No more but e’en a woman, and commanded
- By such poor passion as the maid that milks
- And does the meanest chores. It were for me
- To throw my sceptre at the injurious gods,
- To tell them that this world did equal theirs
- Till they had stol’n our jewel. All’s but naught:
- Patience is sottish, and impatience does
- Become a dog that’s mad. Then is it sin
- To rush into the secret house of death
- Ere death dare come to us? How do you, women?
- What, what, good cheer! Why, how now, Charmian?
- My noble girls! Ah, women, women! Look
- Our lamp is spent, it’s out. Good sirs, take heart,
- We’ll bury him; and then, what’s brave, what’s noble,
- Let’s do’t after the high Roman fashion,
- And make death proud to take us. Come, away,
- This case of that huge spirit now is cold.
- Ah, women, women! Come, we have no friend
- But resolution and the briefest end.
- Exeunt, those above bearing off Antony’s body.