Page 2541 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3
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No, I will not:
All strange and terrible events are welcome,
But comforts we despise: our size of sorrow,
Proportion’d to our cause, must be as great [5]
As that which makes it.
Enter (below) Diomedes.
How now? is he dead?
DIOMEDES
His death’s upon him, but not dead.
Look out o’ the other side your monument,
His guard have brought him thither.
Enter, below, Antony, borne by the Guard.
CLEOPATRA
O sun,
Burn the great sphere thou mov’st in, darkling stand [10]
The varying shore o’ the world. O Antony,
Antony, Antony! Help, Charmian, help, Iras, help:
Help, friends below, let’s draw him hither.
ANTONY
Peace!
Not Cæsar’s valour hath o’erthrown Antony,
But Antony’s hath triumph’d on itself. [15]
CLEOPATRA
So it should be, that none but Antony
Should conquer Antony, but woe ’tis so!
ANTONY
I am dying, Egypt, dying; only
I here importune death awhile, until
Of many thousand kisses, the poor last [20]
I lay upon thy lips.
