Enter CLEOPATRA and her maids aloft,
O Charmian, I will never go from hence.
Be comforted, dear madam.
No, I will
All strange and terrible events are welcome,
But comforts we despise. Our size of sorrow,
5Proportioned to our cause, must be as great
As that which makes it.
His death’s upon him, but not dead.
Look out o’ th’ other side your monument.
His guard have brought him thither.
Enter below ANTONY, and the guard
10Burn the great sphere thou mov’st in. Darkling
The varying shore o’ th’ world! O Antony,
Antony, Antony! Help, Charmian, help, Iras, help!
Help, friends below! Let’s draw him hither.
Not Caesar’s valor hath o’erthrown Antony,
15But Antony’s hath triumphed on itself.
So it should be, that none but Antony
Should conquer Antony, but woe ’tis so!