If it be well to live; but better 'twere
Thou fell'st into my fury, for one death
Might have prevented many. Eros, ho!
The shirt of Nessus is upon me; teach me, 56
Alcides, thou mine ancestor, thy rage;
Let me lodge Lichas on the horns o' the moon;
And with those hands, that grasp'd the heaviest club,
Subdue my worthiest self. The witch shall die: 60
To the young Roman boy she hath sold me, and I fall
Under this plot; she dies for 't. Eros, ho! Exit.
Scene Eleven
[Alexandria. A Room in the Palace]
Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras, and Mardian.
Cleo. Help me, my women! O! he is more mad
Than Telamon for his shield; the boar of Thessaly
Was never so emboss'd.
Char. To the monument!
There lock yourself, and send him word you are dead. 4
The soul and body rive not more in parting
Than greatness going off.
Cleo. To the monument!
Mardian, go tell him I have slain myself;
Say that the last I spoke was 'Antony,' 8
And word it, prithee, piteously. Hence,
Mardian, and bring me how he takes my death.
To the monument! Exeunt.
57 Alcides, thou mine ancestor; cf. n.
60 worthiest: noblest
1, 2 O! he is more mad . . . Thessaly; cf. n.
3 emboss'd: foaming at the mouth
5 rive: are torn
