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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