Monologue

Cleopatra Monologue from Antony and Cleopatra

From Antony and Cleopatra by William Shakespeare

female · anguished · 1:29 min

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No more but e’en a woman, and commanded By such poor passion as the maid that milks And does the meanest chares. It were for me To throw my sceptre at the injurious gods, To tell them that this world did equal theirs Till they had stolen our jewel. All’s but naught; Patience is sottish, and impatience does Become a dog that’s 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, it’s out! Good sirs, take heart. We’ll bury him; and then, what’s brave, what’s noble, Let’s 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, bearing off Antony’s body.)

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Cleopatra grapples with her grief and the impending death of Antony, expressing her emotional turmoil and resolve in the face of loss.

30s · despair · death · power · identity

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