Antony and Cleopatra
Alexandria. A Room in the Palace. |
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Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, IRAS, and MARDIAN. |
| Cleo. Help me, my women! O! he is more mad |
| Than Telamon for his shield; the boar of Thessaly |
| Was never so emboss'd. |
| Char. To the monument! |
| There lock yourself, and send him word you are dead. |
| The soul and body rive not more in parting |
| Than greatness going off. |
| Cleo. To the monument! |
| Mardian, go tell him I have slain myself; |
| Say that the last I spoke was 'Antony,' |
| And word it, prithee, piteously. Hence, |
| Mardian, and bring me how he takes my death. |
| To the monument! [Exeunt. |
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