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Antony and Cleopatra

Act IV, Scene 15

The same. A monument.
 
[Enter CLEOPATRA and her maids aloft, with CHARMIAN and IRAS]
 
CLEOPATRA
           ,    2   ,         ,      ,          ,
      Oh Char|mian, I | will nev|er go | from hence.
 
CHARMIAN
          ,             ,   ,
      Be com|forted / dear mad|am.
 
CLEOPATRA
                                    ,    2      ,
                                   No,| I will not:
              ,           ,    3  3   ,          ,
      All* strange | and ter|rible events | are wel|come,
      <- ,      ,          ,      ,            ,        ,
        But || comforts | we de|spise; our | size of | sorrow
          ,          ,         ,           ,        ,
      Propor|tioned to | our cause,| must be | as great
           ,            ,
      As that | which makes | it.
 
[Enter DIOMEDES]
                                   ,     ,             ,
                                  How | now? Is | he dead?
 
DIOMEDES
             ,        ,                ,    ,    oo
      His death's | upon | him, but / not dead.|
            ,      2     ,       ,          ,     ,
      Look^out | of the oth|er side | your mon|ument,
            ,             ,           ,
      His guard | have brought | him thith|er.
 
[Enter, below, MARK ANTONY, borne by the Guard]
 
CLEOPATRA
                                               ,   ___
                                               O | sun,
        T   .    T      T            ,           ,         ,
      Burn the great sphere | thou movst | in, dark|ling stand
           ,   2     ,       2      ,        ,   2    ,    2    ,   2 ->
      The var|ying shore | of the world.| O Ant|ony, An||tony, Ant|ony
        ,      ,   2          ,      ,             ,   ->
      Help | Charmian,| help^Ir|as help:|| help^friends
         ,            ,          ,
      Below,| let's draw | him hith|er.
 
MARK ANTONY
                                          ,
                                        Peace,
           ,         ,             ,    ,      ,  2
      Not^Cae|sar's val|or hath / orethrown | Antony,
           ,     ,          ,          ,       ,
      But Ant|ony's | hath tri|umphed^on | itself.
 
CLEOPATRA
       ,         ,
      So it | should be,  \\
             ,         ,   2     ,       ,        ,  2
      That none | but Ant|ony should | conquer | Antony,
           ,         ,
      But woe |'tis so.   \\
 
MARK ANTONY
      ,       ,      ,        ,       ,
      I am | dying | Egypt,| dying;| only,
          ,            ,    ,        ,        ,
      I here | impor/tune death | awhile,| until
          ,      ,        ,               ,    ,
      Of ma|ny thous|and kis|ses, the / poor last
         ,      ,          ,
      I lay | upon | thy lips.
 
CLEOPATRA
                                    ,          ,
                                I dare | not^dear,
        T   T   T     ,       T   T   T
      Dear my lord | pardon:| I dare not,
        ,          ,       ,       2   ,   2     ,
      Lest I | be tak|en: not | the imper|ious show
                 ,   ,         ,       ,       ,
      Of the / full-for|tuned Cae|sar, ev|er shall
             ,            ,    .   T      T     T          ,
      Be brooched | with me,| if^knife, drugs, serp|ents have
        T     T     .  T   ,       ,        ,
      Edge, sting, or^op|era|tion. I | am safe;
             ,       ,   ,       2     ,        ,
      Your wife | Octav|ia,| with her mod|est eyes,
            ,         ,          ,         ,         ,     2->
      And still | conclu|sion, shall | acquire | no hon||or
         ,     2  ,     ,          ,          ,  2
      Demur|ing upon | me: But | come, come^|Antony,
        ,           ,       ,          ,          ,
      Help me | my wom|en, we | must draw | thee^up:
          ,             ,
      Assist | good* friends.
 
MARK ANTONY
                                   ,        ,        ,
                              Oh quick,| or I | am gone.
 
CLEOPATRA
               ,         ,
      Here's^sport | indeed:
                                  ,        ,          ,
                             How hea|vy weighs | my lord?
              ,          ,      ,          ,      ,
      Our strength | is all | gone in|to* hea|viness,
             ,            ,      .  T   T    T        x
      That makes | the weight:| had^I great Jun|o's power,
             ,       ,     ,                 ,           ,
      The strong-|winged Merc/ury | should fetch | thee^up,
           ,                  ,     ,          ,         x
      And set | thee* by / Jove's side.| Yet come | a little,
        ,   2       ,        ,           T     T     T
      Wishes were | ever | fools. Oh*| come, come, come,
 
[They heave MARK ANTONY aloft to CLEOPATRA]
           ,         ,         ,            ,           ,
      And wel|come, wel|come. Die | where thou | hast lived,
        ,              ,              ,   ,           x
      Quicken | with kiss|ing: had / my lips | that power,
        ,              ,          ,
      Thus would | I wear | them out.
 
ALL
                                          ,       ,
                                       A hea|vy sight.
 
MARK ANTONY
      T  T  T     ,        ,      o
      I am dy|ing Eg|ypt, dy|ing:
        ,              ,         ,         ,          x
      Give me | some wine,| and let | me speak | a little.
 
CLEOPATRA
       ,         ,   ,                    ,          ,
      No, let*| me speak,/ and let*| me rail | so* high,
          2      ,       T    T   T         ,           ,
      That the false | housewife For|tune break | her wheel,
           ,         ,       ,
      Provoked | by my | offense.
 
MARK ANTONY
                                       ,             ,
                                 One^word |(sweet* queen)
          ,        ,          ,        ,           ,        ,
      Of Cae|sar seek | your hon|or, with | your safe||ty. Oh.  ????
 
CLEOPATRA
            ,        ,      ,
      They do | not go | togeth|er.
 
MARK ANTONY
                                       x       ,
                                    Gentle | hear me,
        T  .  T   T        ,           ,      x
      None about Cae|sar trust,| but Proc|uleius.
 
CLEOPATRA
          ,    ,        ,         ,            ,
      My res|olu|tion, and | my hands,| I'll trust,
        T  .  T   T
      None about Cae|sar.   \\
 
MARK ANTONY
           ,    ,        ,      T   .  T  T
      The mis|era|ble change | now at my end,
          ,         ,       ,          ,              ,
      Lament | nor sor|row at:| but please | your thoughts
           ,        ,           ,          ,      ,        2->
      In feed|ing them | with those | my form|er for||tunes
            ,       ,           ,          ,       2      ,
      Wherein | I lived.| The great|est prince | of the world,
           ,         ,        ,          ,      ,
      The nob|lest: and | do now | not^base|ly die,
           ,           ,   ,        ,       ,
      Not cow|ardly / put off | my hel|met to
           ,      ,       ,       ,      ,     ->
      My count|ryman.| A Rom|an, by | a Rom||an
       ,      2   ,             ,          x          x
      Val|iantly van|quished*. Now | my spirit | is going,
         ,         ,
      I can | no more.
 
CLEOPATRA
                        ,            ,           ,
                       Noblest | of men,| would die?
             ,         ,        ,     ,          ,
      Hast^thou | no care | of me,| shall I | abide
                  ,    ,       ,             ,        ,
      In this / dull world,| which in | thy ab|sence^is
            x       ,       ,         ,        ,
      No better | than a | sty? Oh | see my | women:
 
[MARK ANTONY dies]
            ,      ,         T     T    T         ,
      The crown | of the | earth doth melt.| My lord?
           ,        ,        ,        ,        ,
      Oh with|ered is | the garl|and of | the war,
           ,           ,          x       T     T   .    T
      The sol|dier's pole | is fallen:| young boys and girls
           ,      ,          ,          ,         ,
      Are lev|el now | with men:| the odds | is gone,
            ,         ,         ,        ,    ,
      And there | is noth|ing left | remark|able
          ,          ,   2      ,
      Beneath | the vis|iting moon.
 
[Faints]
 
CHARMIAN
                                        ,    2      ,    ->
                                    Oh qui|etness, la||dy.
 
IRAS
       ,         ,     ,          ,  2
      She | is dead | too, our | sovereign.
 
CHARMIAN
                                             ,
                                            Lady.
 
IRAS
       ,
      Madam.
 
CHARMIAN
                 ,       ,       ,
             Oh mad|am, mad|am, mad|am.
 
IRAS
      <- ,      ,        ,
        Roy||al Eg|ypt: emp|ress.
 
CHARMIAN
                                    ,      ___    ,
                                  Peace,| peace,| Iras.
 
CLEOPATRA
            ,         ,      ,       ,        ,      2->
      No* more | but in | a wom|an, and | command||ed
           ,      ,    ,                 ,           ,
      By such | poor pass/ion as | the maid | that milks,
            ,          ,         ,          ,         ,
      And does | the mean|est chores.| It were | for me,
           ,          ,       ,      2   ,   2     ,
      To throw | my scep|ter at | the injur|ious gods,
           ,           ,           ,         ,         ,
      To tell | them that | this^world | did e|qual theirs,
        ,                x           x       T    T     T
      Till they | had stolen | our jewel.| All's but naught:
       ,              ,               , ,          ,
      Patience | is scot|tish, and / impa|tience does
          ,       ,            ,      ,           ,
      Become | a dog | that's mad:| then is | it sin,
           ,       ,        ,        ,          ,
      To rush | into | the sec|ret house | of death,
            ,       ,    ,             ,    2       ,
      Ere death | dare come / to us.| How do you | women?
        ,                  ,      T   T   T      ,   2
      What, what | good* cheer?| Why how now | Charmian?
          ,       ,         ,       ,        ,
      My nob|le girls?| Ah wom|en, wom|en! Look
            ,         ,           ,            ,           ,
      Our lamp | is spent,| it's out.| Good* sirs,| take^heart,
             ,     ,          ,             ,              x
      We'll bu|ry him:| and then,| what's brave,| what's noble,
              x      ,            ,     ,        ,
      Let's^do it | after | the high | Roman | fashion,
       .    T    T     T          ,          ,      ,
      And make death proud | to take | us. Come,| away,
             ,                ,   ,       ,         ,
      This case | of that / huge spir|it now | is cold,
          ,       ,        ,         ,          ,
      Ah wom|en, wom|en! Come,| we have | no friend
           ,    ,        ,          ,        ,
      But res|olu|tion, and | the brief|est end.
 
[Exeunt, those above bearing off MARK ANTONY's body]

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