. Antony & Cleopatra. ARMIAN O madam, madam, madam ! IRAS Royal Egypt,Empress! CHARMIAN Peace, peace, Iras! CLEOPATRA No more; but een a woman, and commandedBy such poor passion as the maid that milksAnd does the meanest chares. It were for meTo throw niy sceptre at the injurious gods;To tell them that this world did equal theirs I bo ANTONY AND CLEOPATKA Till they had stoPn our jewel. All s but naught; Patience is sottish, and impatience does Become a dog thats 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! Wh
. Antony & Cleopatra. ARMIAN O madam, madam, madam ! IRAS Royal Egypt,Empress! CHARMIAN Peace, peace, Iras! CLEOPATRA No more; but een a woman, and commandedBy such poor passion as the maid that milksAnd does the meanest chares. It were for meTo throw niy sceptre at the injurious gods;To tell them that this world did equal theirs I bo ANTONY AND CLEOPATKA Till they had stoPn our jewel. All s but naught; Patience is sottish, and impatience does Become a dog thats 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, its out! Good sirs, take heart: We 11 bury him; and then, whats brave, whats noble. Lets 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 bearing off Antonys
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