| [Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, IRAS, and MARDIAN] | |
| CLEOPATRA | Help me, my women! O, he is more mad Than Telamon for his shield; the boar of Thessaly Was never so emboss'd. |
| CHARMIAN | To the monument! There lock yourself, and send him word you are dead. The soul and body rive not more in parting Than greatness going off. |
| CLEOPATRA | To the monument! Mardian, go tell him I have slain myself; Say, that the last I spoke was 'Antony,' And word it, prithee, piteously: hence, Mardian, And bring me how he takes my death. To the monument! |
| [Exeunt] |