Scene XI.Alexandria. A Room in the
Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, IRAS, and
Cleo. Help me, my women! O! he is more
Than Telamon for his shield; the boar of Thes-
Was never so emboss'd.
Char. To the monument!
There lock yourself, and send him word you are
The soul and body rive not more in parting
Than greatness going off.
Cleo. To the monument!
Mardian, go tell him I have slain myself;
Say that the last I spoke was 'Antony,'
And word it, prithee, piteously. Hence,
Mardian, and bring me how he takes my death.
To the monument! [Exeunt.