Act 4, Scene 15
Alexandria. A monument.
- [Enter, above, CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN and IRAS.]
- Cleopatra
- 2901 O Charmian, I will never go from hence!
- Charmian
- 2902 Be comforted, dear madam.
- Cleopatra
- 2903 No, I will not:
- 2904 All strange and terrible events are welcome,
- 2905 But comforts we despise; our size of sorrow,
- 2906 Proportion'd to our cause, must be as great
- 2907 As that which makes it.—
- [Enter, below, DIOMEDES.]
- Cleopatra
- 2908 How now! is he dead?
- Diomedes
- 2909 His death's upon him, but not dead.
- 2910 Look out o' the other side your monument;
- 2911 His guard have brought him thither.
- [Enter, below, ANTONY, borne by the Guard.]
- Cleopatra
- 2912 O sun,
- 2913 Burn the great sphere thou mov'st in!—darkling stand
- 2914 The varying shore o' theworld.—O Antony,
- 2915 Antony, Antony!—Help, Charmian; help, Iras, help,—
- 2916 Help, friends below;—let's draw him hither.
- Mark Antony
- 2917 Peace!
- 2918 Not Caesar's valour hath o'erthrown Antony,
- 2919 But Antony's hath triumph'd on itself.
- Cleopatra
- 2920 So it should be, that none but Antony
- 2921 Should conquer Antony; but woe 'tis so!
- Mark Antony
- 2922 I am dying, Egypt, dying; only
- 2923 I here importune death awhile, until
- 2924 Of many thousand kisses the poor last
- 2925 I lay upon thy lips.
- Cleopatra
- 2926 I dare not, dear,—
- 2927 Dear my lord, pardon,—I dare not,
- 2928 Lest I be taken: not the imperious show
- 2929 Of the full-fortun'd Caesar ever shall
- 2930 Be brooch'd with me; if knife, drugs, serpents, have
- 2931 Edge, sting, or operation, I am safe;
- 2932 Your wife Octavia, with her modest eyes
- 2933 And still conclusion, shall acquire no honour
- 2934 Demuring upon me.—But come, come, Antony,—
- 2935 Help me, my women,—we must draw thee up;
- 2936 Assist, good friends.
- Mark Antony
- 2937 O, quick, or I am gone.
- Cleopatra
- 2938 Here's sport indeed!—How heavy weighs my lord!
- 2939 Our strength is all gone into heaviness;
- 2940 That makes the weight: had I great Juno's power,
- 2941 The strong-wing'd Mercury should fetch thee up,
- 2942 And set thee by Jove's side. Yet come a little,—
- 2943 Wishers were ever fools,—O come, come;
- [They draw ANTONY up.]
- Cleopatra
- 2944 And welcome, welcome! die where thou hast liv'd:
- 2945 Quicken with kissing: had my lips that power,
- 2946 Thus would I wear them out.
- All
- 2947 A heavy sight!
- Mark Antony
- 2948 I am dying, Egypt, dying:
- 2949 Give me some wine, and let me speak a little.
- Cleopatra
- 2950 No, let me speak; and let me rail so high
- 2951 That the false huswife Fortune break her wheel,
- 2952 Provok'd by my offence.
- Mark Antony
- 2953 One word, sweet queen:
- 2954 Of Caesar seek your honour, with your safety.—O!
- Cleopatra
- 2955 They do not go together.
- Mark Antony
- 2956 Gentle, hear me:
- 2957 None about Caesar trust but Proculeius.
- Cleopatra
- 2958 My resolution and my hands I'll trust;
- 2959 None about Caesar.
- Mark Antony
- 2960 The miserable change now at my end
- 2961 Lament nor sorrow at: but please your thoughts
- 2962 In feeding them with those my former fortunes
- 2963 Wherein I liv'd, the greatest prince o' the world,
- 2964 The noblest; and do now not basely die,
- 2965 Not cowardly put off my helmet to
- 2966 My countryman, a Roman by a Roman
- 2967 Valiantly vanquish'd. Now my spirit is going:
- 2968 I can no more.
- Cleopatra
- 2969 Noblest of men, woo't die?
- 2970 Hast thou no care of me? shall I abide
- 2971 In this dull world, which in thy absence is
- 2972 No better than a sty?—O, see, my women,
- [Antony dies.]
- Cleopatra
- 2973 The crown o' the earth doth melt.—My lord!—
- 2974 O, wither'd is the garland of the war,
- 2975 The soldier's pole is fallen: young boys and girls
- 2976 Are level now with men: the odds is gone,
- 2977 And there is nothing left remarkable
- 2978 Beneath the visiting moon.
- [Faints.]
- Charmian
- 2979 O, quietness, lady!
- Iras
- 2980 She is dead too, our sovereign.
- Charmian
- 2981 Lady!—
- Iras
- 2982 Madam!—
- Charmian
- 2983 O madam, madam, madam!—
- Iras
- 2984 Royal Egypt, Empress,—
- Charmian
- 2985 Peace, peace, Iras!
- Cleopatra
- 2986 No more but e'en a woman, and commanded
- 2987 By such poor passion as the maid that milks
- 2988 And does the meanest chares.—It were for me
- 2989 To throw my sceptre at the injurious gods;
- 2990 To tell them that this world did equal theirs
- 2991 Till they had stol'n our jewel. All's but naught;
- 2992 Patience is sottish, and impatience does
- 2993 Become a dog that's mad: then is it sin
- 2994 To rush into the secret house of death
- 2995 Ere death dare come to us?—How do you, women?
- 2996 What, what! good cheer! Why, how now, Charmian!
- 2997 My noble girls!—Ah, women, women, look,
- 2998 Our lamp is spent, it's out!—Good sirs, take heart:—
- 2999 We'll bury him; and then, what's brave, what's noble,
- 3000 Let's do it after the high Roman fashion,
- 3001 And make death proud to take us. Come, away:
- 3002 This case of that huge spirit now is cold:
- 3003 Ah, women, women!—Come; we have no friend
- 3004 But resolution, and the briefest end.
- [Exeunt; those above bearing off ANTONY'S body.]