4.16.2Enter Cleopatra and her Maids aloft, with 2997Charmian and Iras. Oh Charmian, I will never go from hence.
Be comforted, dear madam.
Be comforted, dear madam. No, I will not.
4.16.53001All strange and terrible events are welcome,
4.16.63002But comforts we despise; our size of sorrow,
4.16.73003Proportioned to our cause, must be as great
3005Enter Diomedes [below]. As that which makes it. 3006How now? Is he dead?
His death's upon him, but not dead.
O sun,
4.16.143012Burn the great sphere thou mov'st in! Darkling stand
Let's draw him hither. Peace.
So it should be,
3020that none but Antony
I am dying, Egypt, dying; only
I lay upon thy lips. I dare not, dear--
4.16.303030Be brooched with me, if knife, drugs, serpents have
4.16.333033And still conclusion, shall acquire no honor
[They begin lifting Antony.]
Assist, good friends. Oh quick, or I am gone.
Here's sport indeed--
3039how heavy weighs my lord!
4.16.393041That makes the weight. Had I great Juno's power,
4.16.403042The strong-winged Mercury should fetch thee up
4.16.413043And set thee by Jove's side. Yet come a little--
4.16.423044Wishers were ever fools--oh come, come, come,
4.16.443046And welcome, welcome. Die when thou hast lived!
4.16.453047Quicken with kissing! Had my lips that power,
4.16.463048Thus would I wear them out.
[She kisses him]. Thus would I wear them out. [She kisses him]. A heavy sight.
I am dying, Egypt, dying.
4.16.483051Give me some wine, and let me speak a little.
No, let me speak, and let me rail so high,
4.16.503053That the false huswife Fortune break her wheel,
Provoked by my offence. One word, sweet queen:
4.16.523056Of Caesar seek your honor with your safety.--Oh!
They do not go together.
They do not go together. Gentle, hear me,
My resolution and my hands I'll trust,
The miserable change now at my end
4.16.583063Lament nor sorrow at, but please your thoughts
4.16.593064In feeding them with those my former fortunes
4.16.603065Wherein I lived the greatest prince o'th'world,
4.16.643069Valiantly vanquished. Now my spirit is going,
I can no more. Noblest of men, woot die?
[Antony dies.]
The crown o'th'earth doth melt. My lord!
4.16.713077The soldier's pole is fall'n; young boys and girls
Beneath the visiting moon. O quietness, lady!
She's dead too, our sovereign.
She's dead too, our sovereign. Lady!
She's dead too, our sovereign. Lady! Madam!
Oh madam, madam, madam!
Oh madam, madam, madam! Royal Egypt! Empress!
Peace, peace, Iras.
No more but e'en a woman, and commanded
4.16.843092To tell them that this world did equal theirs
4.16.853093Till they had stol'n our jewel. All's but naught;
4.16.893097Ere death dare come to us? How do you, women?
4.16.903098What, what, good cheer! Why, how now, Charmian?
4.16.923100Our lamp is spent, it's out. Good sirs, take heart,
4.16.933101We'll bury him; and then, what's brave, what's noble.
4.16.953103And make death proud to take us. Come, away.
4.16.993107Exeunt; [those above] bearing off Antony's body.