4.14.2Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras, Mardian. Help me my women! Oh, he's more mad
4.14.42811Than Telamon for his shield! The boar of Thessaly
Was never so embossed. To'th'monument,
4.14.6There lock yourself,
2814and send him word you are dead.
4.14.72815The soul and body rive not more in parting
Than greatness going off. To'th'monument.
4.14.92818Mardian, go tell him I have slain myself.
4.14.112820And word it, prithee, piteously. Hence, Mardian,
4.14.122821And bring me how he takes my death to'th'monument!
4.14.132822Exeunt [Cleopatra, Charmian, and Iras at one door, Mardian at another door].