The Tragedy of Antony and Cleopatra
There is my hand.
A sister I bequeath you, whom no brother
Did ever love so dearly. Let her live
To join our kingdoms and our hearts; and never
Fly off our loves again! (2.2.151)
When I did make thee free, swor'st thou not then
To do this when I bade thee? Do it at once,
Or thy precedent services are all
But accidents unpurpos'd. Draw, and come.
Turn from me then that noble countenance,
Wherein the worship of the whole world lies.
Lo thee![Turning from him]
My sword is drawn.
Then let it do at once
The thing why thou hast drawn it.
My dear master,
My captain and my emperor, let me say,
Before I strike this bloody stroke, farewell.
'Tis said, man; and farewell.
Farewell, great chief. Shall I strike now?
Why, there then! Thus do I escape the sorrow
Of Antony's death.[Kills himself] (4.14.82)