Which comes to punish us, and we punish it Seeming to bear it lightly. Take me up; I have led you oft; carry me now, good friends, And have my thanks for all. 140
Exeunt, bearing Antony.
Scene Thirteen
[A Monument]
Enter Cleopatra and her maids aloft, with Charmian and Iras.
Cleo. O Charmian! I will never go from hence.
Char. Be comforted, dear madam.
Cleo. No, I will not.
All strange and terrible events are welcome,
But comforts we despise; our size of sorrow, 4
Proportion'd to our cause, must be as great
As that which makes it.
Enter [below] Diomedes.
How now! is he dead?
Dio. His death's upon him, but not dead.
Look out o' the other side your monument; 8
His guard have brought him thither.
Enter [below] Antony [borne by] the Guard.
Cleo. O sun!
Burn the great sphere thou mov'st in; darkling stand
The varying shore o' the world. O Antony,
Antony, Antony! Help, Charmian, help, Iras, help; 12
Help, friends below! let's draw him hither.
Ant. Peace!
