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Help me, my women! O, he’s more mad
Than Telamon for his shield, the boar of Thessaly
Was never so emboss’d.

CHARMIAN
To the monument,
There lock yourself, and send him word you are dead.

The soul and body rive not more in parting [5]
Than greatness going off.

CLEOPATRA
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. [10]
(Exeunt.)

Scene XIV IT

(The same. Another room.)

Enter Antony and Eros.

ANTONY
Eros, thou yet behold’st me?

EROS
Ay, noble lord.

ANTONY

Sometime we see a cloud that’s dragonish,
A vapour sometime, like bear, or lion,
A tower’d citadel, a pendent rock,
A forked mountain, or blue promontory [5]
With trees upon ’t, that nod unto the world,

And mock our eyes with air. Thou hast seen these signs,