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| SCENE XIII. Alexandria. Cleopatra's palace. |
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Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, IRAS, and MARDIAN
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| CLEOPATRA |
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Help me, my women! O, he is more mad
Than Telamon for his shield; the boar of Thessaly
Was never so emboss'd.
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| CHARMIAN |
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To the monument!
5 There lock yourself, and send him word you are dead.
The soul and body rive not more in parting
Than greatness going off.
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| CLEOPATRA |
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To the monument!
Mardian, go tell him I have slain myself;
10 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!
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Exeunt
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