ACT 4, SCENE 15: The same. A monument.

[Enter CLEOPATRA and her maids aloft, with

CLEOPATRA: O Charmian, I will never go from hence.

CHARMIAN: Be comforted, dear madam.

CLEOPATRA:                     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                                         [5]
As that which makes it.

[Enter, below, DIOMEDES]

                               How now! is he dead?

DIOMEDES: His death's upon him, but not dead.
Look out o' the other side your monument;
His guard have brought him thither.

[Enter, below, MARK ANTONY, borne by the Guard]

CLEOPATRA:                          O sun,
Burn the great sphere thou movest in! darkling stand                     [10]
The varying shore o' the world. O Antony,
Antony, Antony! Help, Charmian, help, Iras, help;
Help, friends below; let's draw him hither.

MARK ANTONY:                     Peace!
Not Caesar's valour hath o'erthrown Antony,
But Antony's hath triumph'd on itself.                                                [15]

CLEOPATRA: So it should be, that none but Antony
Should conquer Antony; but woe 'tis so!

MARK ANTONY: I am dying, Egypt, dying; only
I here importune death awhile, until
Of many thousand kisses the poor last                                                 [20]
I lay up thy lips.

CLEOPATRA:                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, serpents, have                         [25]
Edge, sting, or operation, I am safe:
Your 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:                                 [30]
Assist, good friends.

MARK ANTONY:           O, quick, or I am gone.

CLEOPATRA: 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,                             [35]
And set thee by Jove's side. Yet come a little,--
Wishes were ever fools,--O, come, come, come;

[They heave MARK ANTONY aloft to CLEOPATRA]

And welcome, welcome! die where thou hast lived:
Quicken with kissing: had my lips that power,
Thus would I wear them out.                                                                 [40]

All:                A heavy sight!

MARK ANTONY: I am dying, Egypt, dying:
Give me some wine, and let me speak a little.

CLEOPATRA: No, let me speak; and let me rail so high,
That the false housewife Fortune break her wheel,
Provoked by my offence.                                                                          [45]

MARK ANTONY:                One word, sweet queen:
Of Caesar seek your honour, with your safety. O!

CLEOPATRA: They do not go together.

MARK ANTONY:                Gentle, hear me:
None about Caesar trust but Proculeius.

CLEOPATRA: My resolution and my hands I'll trust;
None about Caesar.                                                                                    [50]

MARK ANTONY: 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 lived, the greatest prince o' the world,
The noblest; and do now not basely die,                                               [55]
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.

CLEOPATRA:                Noblest of men, woo't die?
Hast thou no care of me? shall I abide                                                  [60]
In this dull world, which in thy absence is
No better than a sty? O, see, my women,


The crown o' the 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                                 [65]
Are level now with men; the odds is gone,
And there is nothing left remarkable
Beneath the visiting moon.


CHARMIAN: O, quietness, lady!

IRAS: She is dead too, our sovereign.                                                                [70]


IRAS: Madam!

CHARMIAN: O madam, madam, madam!

IRAS: Royal Egypt, Empress!

CHARMIAN: Peace, peace, Iras!                                                                          [75]

CLEOPATRA: No more, but e'en a woman, and commanded
By such poor passion as the maid that milks
And does the meanest chares. It were for me
To throw my sceptre at the injurious gods;
To tell them that this world did equal theirs                                       [80]
Till they had stol'n our jewel. All's but naught;
Patience is scottish, 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?                            [85]
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 it after the high Roman fashion,                                             [90]
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 MARK ANTONY's body]

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