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

4.16.83004As that which makes it.

As that which makes it. 3006How now? Is he dead?

His death's upon him, but not dead.

4.16.103008Look out o'th'other side your monument:

4.16.113009His guard have brought him thither.

O sun,

4.16.143012Burn the great sphere thou mov'st in! Darkling stand

4.16.153013The varying shore o'th'world! O Antony,

4.16.16Antony, Antony! 3014Help, Charmian,

4.16.17Help, Iras, help! Help, friends 3015below!

4.16.18Let's draw him hither.

Let's draw him hither. Peace.

4.16.193017Not Caesar's valor hath o'erthrown Antony,

4.16.203018But Antony's hath triumphed on itself.

So it should be, 3020that none but Antony

4.16.22Should conquer Antony, 3021but woe 'tis so.

I am dying, Egypt, dying; only

4.16.243023I here importune death awhile, until

4.16.253024Of many thousand kisses the poor last

4.16.263025I lay upon thy lips.

I lay upon thy lips. I dare not, dear--

4.16.273027Dear my lord, pardon--I dare not

4.16.283028Lest I be taken. Not th'imperious show

4.16.293029Of the full-fortuned Caesar ever shall

4.16.303030Be brooched with me, if knife, drugs, serpents have

4.16.313031Edge, sting, or operation. I am safe:

4.16.323032Your wife Octavia, with her modest eyes

4.16.333033And still conclusion, shall acquire no honor

4.16.343034Demuring upon me. But come, come Antony--

4.16.353035Help me my women--we must draw thee up.

4.16.363036Assist, good friends.

Assist, good friends. Oh quick, or I am gone.

Here's sport indeed--3039how heavy weighs my lord!

4.16.383040Our strength is all gone into heaviness,

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,

4.16.513054Provoked by my offence.

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,

4.16.543059None about Caesar trust but Proculeius.

My resolution and my hands I'll trust,

4.16.563061None about Caesar.

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,

4.16.613066The noblest; and do now not basely die,

4.16.623067Not cowardly put off my helmet to

4.16.633068My countryman--a Roman by a Roman

4.16.643069Valiantly vanquished. Now my spirit is going,

4.16.653070I can no more.

I can no more. Noblest of men, woot die?

4.16.663072Hast thou no care of me? Shall I abide

4.16.673073In this dull world, which in thy absence is

4.16.683074No better than a sty? O see my women:

4.16.693075The crown o'th'earth doth melt.

The crown o'th'earth doth melt. My lord!

4.16.703076Oh, withered is the garland of the war,

4.16.713077The soldier's pole is fall'n; young boys and girls

4.16.723078Are level now with men. The odds is gone,

4.16.733079And there is nothing left remarkable

4.16.743080Beneath the visiting moon.

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

4.16.813089By such poor passion as the maid that milks

4.16.823090And does the meanest chares. It were for me

4.16.833091To throw my sceptre at the injurious gods,

4.16.843092To tell them that this world did equal theirs

4.16.853093Till they had stol'n our jewel. All's but naught;

4.16.863094Patience is sottish, and impatience does

4.16.873095Become a dog that's mad; then is it sin

4.16.883096To rush into the secret house of death

4.16.893097Ere death dare come to us? How do you, women?

4.16.903098What, what, good cheer! Why, how now, Charmian?

4.16.913099My noble girls? Ah women, women! Look,

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.

4.16.943102Let's do't after the high Roman fashion,

4.16.953103And make death proud to take us. Come, away.

4.16.963104This case of that huge spirit now is cold.

4.16.973105Ah women, women! Come, we have no friend

4.16.983106But resolution, and the briefest end.