And make death proud to take us.
CLEOPATRAAnd make death proud to take us.
CLEOPATRAFool! Don’t you see now that I could have poisoned you a hundred times had I been able to live without you.
CLEOPATRAI will not be triumphed over.
CLEOPATRAMy honour was not yielded, but conquered merely.
CLEOPATRALeave the fishing-rod, Great General, to us sovereigns of Pharos and Canopus. Your game is cities and kings and continents.
CLEOPATRABe it known that we, the greatest, are misthought.
CLEOPATRAAll strange and terrible events are welcome, but comforts we despise.
CLEOPATRAIs he a good man?” “Define ‘good’.
CLEOPATRAIn praising Antony I have dispraised Caesar.
CLEOPATRANothing could part us in life, but now in death we are likely to change places, you the Roman lying here in Egyptian soil, and I, helpless woman that I am, being buried in Italy.
CLEOPATRA