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Help me, my women! O, he is more mad Than Telamon for his shield; the boar of Thessaly Was never so emboss’d.
Help me, my women! Oh, he is more mad Than Telamon was for his shield; the boar of Thessaly Was never so covered in foam.
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.
To the tomb! Lock yourself in there, and tell him you are dead. The separation of soul and body is no greater Than the fall of greatness.
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!
To the tomb! Mardian, go tell him I have killed myself; Say my last words were ’Antony,’ And say it, please, in a pitiful way: go, Mardian, And bring me news of how he reacts to my death. To the tomb!