Act IV.
Scene XI.
Scene XI.Alexandria. A Room in the
Palace.
Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, IRAS, and
MARDIAN.
Cleo. Help me, my women! O! he is more
mad
Than Telamon for his shield; the boar of Thes-
saly
Was never so emboss'd.
Char. To the monument!
There lock yourself, and send him word you are
dead.
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.
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