Charmian

Cleopatra
Where is he?
Charmian
I did not see him since.
Cleopatra, to Alexas
See where he is, who’s with him, what he does.
I did not send you. If you find him sad,
Say I am dancing; if in mirth, report
That I am sudden sick. Quick,
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Cleopatra
Who’s born that day
When I forget to send to Antony
Shall die a beggar.—Ink and paper, Charmian.—
Welcome, my good Alexas.—Did I, Charmian,
Ever love Caesar so?
Charmian
O, that brave Caesar!
Cleopatra
Be choked with such another emphasis!
Say “the brave Antony.”
Charmian
The valiant Caesar!
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Cleopatra
Give me some music—music, moody food
Of us that trade in love.
All
The music, ho!

Enter Mardian the eunuch.

Cleopatra
Let it alone. Let’s to billiards. Come, Charmian.
Charmian
My arm is sore. Best play with Mardian.
Cleopatra
As well a woman with an eunuch played
As with a woman.—Come,
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Antony
Good morrow to thee. Welcome.
Thou look’st like him that knows a warlike charge.
To business that we love we rise betime
And go to ‘t with delight.

To business that we love we rise betime
And go to ‘t with delight.

Soldier
A thousand, sir,
Early though ‘t be,
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Cleopatra
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 Antony below, and the Guard bearing him.

I am dying, Egypt, dying. Only
I here importune death awhile until
Of many thousand kisses the poor last
I lay upon thy lips.
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Cleopatra
O, withered 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.
Charmian
O, quietness, lady!
Cleopatra swoons.
Iras
She’s dead, too,
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Cleopatra
Give me my robe. Put on my crown. I have
Immortal longings in me. Now no more
The juice of Egypt’s grape shall moist this lip.
 Charmian and Iras begin to dress her.
Yare, yare, good Iras, quick. Methinks I hear
Antony call. I see him rouse himself
To praise my noble act.
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