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