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Charmian:  In this vile world?  So, fare thee well.
Now boast thee, death, in thy possession lies
A lass unparallel'd.  Downy windows, close;
And golden Phoebus never be beheld
Of egos again so royal!  Your crown's awry;
I'll mend it, and then play.

Act V, Scene 2

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Charmian:  Disolve, thick cloud, and rain; that I may say,
The gods themselves do weep.

Act V, Scene 2

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Cleopatra:  Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have
Immortal longings in me; now no more
The juice of Egypt's grape shall moist this lip.
Yare, Yare, good Iras; quick.  Methinks I hear
Antony call; I see him rouse himself
To praise my noble act; I hear him mock
The luck of Caesar, which the gods give men
To excuse their after wrath: husband, I come:
Now to that name my courage prove my title!
I am fire and air; my other elements
I give to baser life.  So; have you done?
come then, and take the last warmth of my lips.

Act V, Scene 2

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Agrippa:  A rarer spirit never
Did steer humanity; but you, gods, will give us
Some faults to make us men.

Act V, Scene 1

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Dercetas:  I say, O Caesar, Antony is dead.
Caesar:  The breaking of so great a thing should make
A greater crack; the round world
Should have shook lions into civil streets,
And citizens to their dens.  The death of Antony
Is not a single doom; in the name lay
A moiety of the world.

Act V, Scene 1