Shall match my first in glory. Haste, haste, both,
And dress the bride of Antony.
Charmian. ’Tis done.
Cleopatra. Now set me by my lord. I claim this place:
For I must conquer Caesar too, like him,
And win my share o’ th’ world. Hail, you dear relics
Of my immortal love!
O let no impious hand remove you hence;
But rest for ever here. Let Egypt give
His death that peace, which it denied his life.