Act IVScene XIII
Alexandria. A Room in the Palace
Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras and Mardian.
Cleopatra
Help me, my women! O, he is more madThan Telamon for his shield; the boar of ThessalyWas never so embossed.
Charmian
To th’ monument!There lock yourself and send him word you are dead.The soul and body rive not more in partingThan greatness going off.
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.