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