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feat_book_id: The Tragedy of Antony and Cleopatra.act iv.scene xv
feat_summary_id: act iv, scene xv
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text: SCENE XV.
                     Alexandria. A monument
  
        Enter CLEOPATRA and her maids aloft, with CHARMIAN
                           and IRAS
  
    CLEOPATRA. O Charmian, I will never go from hence!
    CHARMIAN. Be comforted, dear madam.
    CLEOPATRA. 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
      As that which makes it.
  
                     Enter DIOMEDES, below
  
      How now! Is he dead?
    DIOMEDES. 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, borne by the guard
  
    CLEOPATRA. O sun,
      Burn the great sphere thou mov'st in! Darkling stand
      The varying shore o' th' world. O Antony,
      Antony, Antony! Help, Charmian; help, Iras, help;
      Help, friends below! Let's draw him hither.
    ANTONY. Peace!
      Not Caesar's valour hath o'erthrown Antony,
      But Antony's hath triumph'd on itself.
    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
      I lay upon thy lips.
    CLEOPATRA. I dare not, dear.
      Dear my lord, pardon! I dare not,
      Lest I be taken. Not th' imperious show
      Of the full-fortun'd Caesar ever shall
      Be brooch'd with me. If knife, drugs, serpents, have
      Edge, sting, or operation, I am safe.
      Your wife Octavia, with her modest eyes
      And still conclusion, shall acquire no honour
      Demuring upon me. But come, come, Antony-
      Help me, my women- we must draw thee up;
      Assist, good friends.
    ANTONY. O, quick, or I am gone.
    CLEOPATRA. Here's sport indeed! How heavy weighs my lord!
      Our strength is all gone into heaviness;
      That makes the weight. Had I great Juno's power,
      The strong-wing'd Mercury should fetch thee up,
      And set thee by Jove's side. Yet come a little.
      Wishers were ever fools. O come, come,
                            [They heave ANTONY aloft to CLEOPATRA]
      And welcome, welcome! Die where thou hast liv'd.
      Quicken with kissing. Had my lips that power,
      Thus would I wear them out.
    ALL. A heavy sight!
    ANTONY. I am dying, Egypt, dying.
      Give me some wine, and let me speak a little.
    CLEOPATRA. No, let me speak; and let me rail so high
      That the false huswife Fortune break her wheel,
      Provok'd by my offence.
    ANTONY. One word, sweet queen:
      Of Caesar seek your honour, with your safety. O!
    CLEOPATRA. They do not go together.
    ANTONY. Gentle, hear me:
      None about Caesar trust but Proculeius.
    CLEOPATRA. My resolution and my hands I'll trust;
      None about Caesar
    ANTONY. The miserable change now at my end
      Lament nor sorrow at; but please your thoughts
      In feeding them with those my former fortunes
      Wherein I liv'd the greatest prince o' th' world,
      The noblest; and do now not basely die,
      Not cowardly put off my helmet to
      My countryman- a Roman by a Roman
      Valiantly vanquish'd. Now my spirit is going
      I can no more.
    CLEOPATRA. Noblest of men, woo't die?
      Hast thou no care of me? Shall I abide
      In this dull world, which in thy absence is
      No better than a sty? O, see, my women,        [Antony dies]
      The crown o' th' earth doth melt. My lord!
      O, wither'd is the garland of the war,
      The soldier's pole is fall'n! Young boys and girls
      Are level now with men. The odds is gone,
      And there is nothing left remarkable
      Beneath the visiting moon.                          [Swoons]
    CHARMIAN. O, quietness, lady!
    IRAS. She's dead too, our sovereign.
    CHARMIAN. Lady!
    IRAS. Madam!
    CHARMIAN. O madam, madam, madam!
    IRAS. Royal Egypt, Empress!
    CHARMIAN. Peace, peace, Iras!
    CLEOPATRA. No more but e'en a woman, and commanded
      By such poor passion as the maid that milks
      And does the meanest chares. It were for me
      To throw my sceptre at the injurious gods;
      To tell them that this world did equal theirs
      Till they had stol'n our jewel. All's but nought;
      Patience is sottish, and impatience does
      Become a dog that's mad. Then is it sin
      To rush into the secret house of death
      Ere death dare come to us? How do you, women?
      What, what! good cheer! Why, how now, Charmian!
      My noble girls! Ah, women, women, look,
      Our lamp is spent, it's out! Good sirs, take heart.
      We'll bury him; and then, what's brave, what's noble,
      Let's do it after the high Roman fashion,
      And make death proud to take us. Come, away;
      This case of that huge spirit now is cold.
      Ah, women, women! Come; we have no friend
      But resolution and the briefest end.
                     Exeunt; those above hearing off ANTONY'S body
  
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feat_summary_name: Act IV, Scene xv
target: Cleopatra waits at the monument and declares she'll never leave, although she's super anxious about Antony. Right about then Diomedes declares that Antony is not quite dead, but mostly dying. The lovers call to each other. Antony announces that it can never be said that Caesar's valor overthrew Antony; rather, Antony's valor made him overthrow himself. Cleopatra agrees that there's nobility in the fact that no man conquered Antony except Antony himself. Antony calls out to her to come down and give him a final kiss, but she dares not leave the monument for fear that Caesar will catch her and place her in his victory parade. Instead, she begs those around her to help pull her lover's dying body to her. She notes he's heavy, his strength having turned into dull weight, and she wishes her kisses might bring him back to life. Everyone watching is rather moved. Antony begs Cleopatra, with his dying breaths, to seek her honor and safety with Caesar and the one trustworthy man around Caesar--Proculeius. She replies she can't have both her honor and her safety, and that she will resolve this matter with her own hands, rather than seeking pardon from Caesar. As he's dying, Antony bids Cleopatra to remember him when he was the prince of the world. Antony says he dies a noble death, at the hand of no other man, but dies "a Roman by a Roman, valiantly vanquished." In the moment of his death, Cleopatra wails, and asks if he does not care for her. By dying and leaving her alone, she's left in a world worthless without him. She faints, and the maids worry she's died, too, since they know that lots of times in Shakespeare fainting is just a facade for dying. When Cleopatra comes to, she declares that it is no sin to rush to death before death rushes to her. Thus she's resolved to kill herself. She declares they'll bury Antony in the noble Roman fashion, giving him a funeral he deserves. She is now all business, as her course is laid out clearly before her.