My resolution and my hands I'll trust; None about Caesar. MARK ANTONY The miserable change now at my end Lament nor sorrow at;but please your thoughts In feeding them with those my former fortunes Wherein I lived,the greatest prince o'the world, The noblest;and do now not basely die, Not cowardly put off my helmet to My countryman,--a Roman by a Roman Valiantly vanquish'd.Now my spirit is going; I can no more. CLEOPATRA Noblest of men,woo't die? Hast thou no care of me?shall I abide In this dull world,which in thy absence is No better than a sty?O,see,my women, MARK ANTONY dies The crown o'the earth doth melt.My lord! O,wither'd is the garland of the war, The soldier's pole is fall'n:young boys and girls Are level now with men;the odds is gone, And there is nothing left remarkable Beneath the visiting moon. FaintsMy resolution and my hands I'll trust; None about Caesar. MARK ANTONY The miserable change now at my end Lament nor sorrow at; but please your thoughts In feeding them with those my former fortunes Wherein I lived, the greatest prince o' the world, The noblest; and do now not basely die, Not cowardly put off my helmet to My countryman,--a Roman by a Roman Valiantly vanquish'd. Now my spirit is going; I can no more. CLEOPATRA Noblest of men, woo't die? Hast thou no care of me? shall I abide In this dull world, which in thy absence is No better than a sty? O, see, my women, MARK ANTONY dies The crown o' the earth doth melt. My lord! O, wither'd is the garland of the war, The soldier's pole is fall'n: young boys and girls Are level now with men; the odds is gone, And there is nothing left remarkable Beneath the visiting moon. Faints