Act 4 - Scene 15
The same. A monument.
Enter CLEOPATRA and her maids aloft, with CHARMIAN and IRAS
O Charmian, I will never go from hence.
Be comforted, dear madam.
No, I will not:
All strange and terrible events are welcome,
But comforts we despise; our size of sorrow,
to our cause, must be as great
As that which makes it.
Enter, below, DIOMEDES
How now! is he dead?
His death's upon him, but not dead.
Look out o' the other side your monument;
His guard have brought
Enter, below, MARK ANTONY, borne by the Guard
Burn the great sphere thou movest in!
The varying shore o' the world. O Antony,
Antony! Help, Charmian, help, Iras, help;
Help, friends below; let's draw him hither.
Not Caesar's valour hath o'erthrown Antony,
But Antony's hath triumph'd on itself.
So it should be, that none but Antony
Should conquer Antony; but woe 'tis so!
I am dying, Egypt, dying; only
I here importune death awhile, until
Of many thousand kisses the poor last
lay up thy lips.
I dare not, dear,
Dear my lord, pardon, I dare not,
Lest I be taken: not the imperious show
Of the full-fortuned
Caesar ever shall
Be brooch'd with me; if knife, drugs,
Edge, sting, or operation, I am safe:
wife Octavia, with her modest eyes
And still conclusion, shall acquire no honour
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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