MARK ANTONY Where died she? Second Messenger In Sicyon: Her length of sickness,with what else more serious Importeth thee to know,this bears. Gives a letter MARK ANTONY Forbear me. Exit Second Messenger There's a great spirit gone!Thus did I desire it: What our contempt doth often hurl from us, We wish it ours again;the present pleasure, By revolution lowering,does become The opposite of itself:she's good,being gone; The hand could pluck her back that shoved her on. I must from this enchanting queen break off: Ten thousand harms,more than the ills I know, My idleness doth hatch.How now!Enobarbus! Re-enter DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS What's your pleasure,sir? MARK ANTONY I must with haste from hence. DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS Why,then,we kill all our women: we see how mortal an unkindness is to them; if they suffer our departure,death's the word. MARK ANTONY I must be gone. DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS Under a compelling occasion,let women die;it were pity to cast them away for nothing;though,between them and a great cause,they should be esteemed nothing.Cleopatra,catching but the least noise of this,dies instantly;I have seen her die twenty times upon far poorer moment:I do think there is mettle in death,which commits some loving act upon her,she hath such a celerity in dying. MARK ANTONY She is cunning past man's thought. Exit ALEXAS DOMITIUS ENOBARBUSMARK ANTONY Where died she? Second Messenger In Sicyon: Her length of sickness, with what else more serious Importeth thee to know, this bears. Gives a letter MARK ANTONY Forbear me. Exit Second Messenger There's a great spirit gone! Thus did I desire it: What our contempt doth often hurl from us, We wish it ours again; the present pleasure, By revolution lowering, does become The opposite of itself: she's good, being gone; The hand could pluck her back that shoved her on. I must from this enchanting queen break off: Ten thousand harms, more than the ills I know, My idleness doth hatch. How now! Enobarbus! Re-enter DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS What's your pleasure, sir? MARK ANTONY I must with haste from hence. DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS Why, then, we kill all our women: we see how mortal an unkindness is to them; if they suffer our departure, death's the word. MARK ANTONY I must be gone. DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS Under a compelling occasion, let women die; it were pity to cast them away for nothing; though, between them and a great cause, they should be esteemed nothing. Cleopatra, catching but the least noise of this, dies instantly; I have seen her die twenty times upon far poorer moment: I do think there is mettle in death, which commits some loving act upon her, she hath such a celerity in dying. MARK ANTONY She is cunning past man's thought. Exit ALEXAS DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS