No Fear Shakespeare: Antony and Cleopatra: Act 4 Scene 13

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Original Text	Modern Text
Enter CLEOPATRA , CHARMIAN , IRAS , and MARDIAN	Enter CLEOPATRA , CHARMIAN , IRAS , and MARDIAN
CLEOPATRA Help me, my women! Oh, he’s more mad Than Telamon for his shield. The boar of Thessaly Was never so embossed.	CLEOPATRA Help me, my women! Oh, he’s more mad Than Telamon for his shield. The boar of Thessaly Was never so embossed.
CHARMIAN To th’ monument! There lock yourself and send him word you are dead. 5 The soul and body rive not more in parting Than greatness going off.	CHARMIAN To th’ monument! There lock yourself and send him word you are dead. The soul and body rive not more in parting Than greatness going off.
CLEOPATRA To th’ monument!— Mardian, go tell him I have slain myself. Say that the last I spoke was “Antony,” And word it, prithee, piteously. Hence, Mardian, And bring me how he takes my death. (to the others) To th’ monument!	CLEOPATRA To th’ monument!— Mardian, go tell him I have slain myself. Say that the last I spoke was “Antony,” And word it, prithee, piteously. Hence, Mardian, And bring me how he takes my death. (to the others) To th’ monument!
Exeunt	Exeunt

Original Text	Modern Text
Enter CLEOPATRA , CHARMIAN , IRAS , and MARDIAN	Enter CLEOPATRA , CHARMIAN , IRAS , and MARDIAN
CLEOPATRA Help me, my women! Oh, he’s more mad Than Telamon for his shield. The boar of Thessaly Was never so embossed.	CLEOPATRA Help me, my women! Oh, he’s more mad Than Telamon for his shield. The boar of Thessaly Was never so embossed.
CHARMIAN To th’ monument! There lock yourself and send him word you are dead. 5 The soul and body rive not more in parting Than greatness going off.	CHARMIAN To th’ monument! There lock yourself and send him word you are dead. The soul and body rive not more in parting Than greatness going off.
CLEOPATRA To th’ monument!— Mardian, go tell him I have slain myself. Say that the last I spoke was “Antony,” And word it, prithee, piteously. Hence, Mardian, And bring me how he takes my death. (to the others) To th’ monument!	CLEOPATRA To th’ monument!— Mardian, go tell him I have slain myself. Say that the last I spoke was “Antony,” And word it, prithee, piteously. Hence, Mardian, And bring me how he takes my death. (to the others) To th’ monument!
Exeunt	Exeunt