Was never so emboss'd.11
Char. To th' monument!
There lock yourself, and send him word you're dead.
The soul and body rive not more in parting
Than greatness going off.
Cleo. To th' monument!12 --
Mardian, go tell him I have slain myself;
Say, that the last I spoke was Antony,
And word it, pr'ythee, piteously: hence, Mardian,
And bring me how he takes my death. -- To th' monument!
Enter ANTONYand EROS.
Ant. Eros, thou yet behold'st me?
Eros. Ay, noble lord.
Ant. Sometime we see a cloud that's dragonish;
A vapour sometime like a bear or lion,
A tower'd citadel, a pendent rock,