If thus thou vanishest, thou tell’st the world
It is not worth leave-taking.
Charmian. Dissolve thick cloud and rain; that I may say
The gods themselves do weep.
Cleopatra. This proves me base:
If she meet first the curled Antony
He’ll make demand of her, and spend that kiss
Which is my heaven to have. Come thou mortal wretch
(to the asp, which she applies to her breast)
With thy sharp teeth this knot intrinsicate