Original Text
*Alexandria. A Room in the Palace. Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras, and Mardian.* CLEOPATRA. Help me, my women! O, he is more mad Than Telamon for his shield; the boar of Thessaly Was never so embossed.
Original Text
CHARMIAN. To th' monument! There lock yourself and send him word you are dead. The soul and body rive not more in parting Than greatness going off.
Original Text
CLEOPATRA. To th' 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 th' monument! *[Exeunt.]*
