Antony and Cleopatra, Act 4, Scene 13

Help me, my women! O, he is more mad Than Telamon for his shield; the boar of Thessaly Was never so embossed.

Help me, my women! Oh, he is more insane than Telamon was over his shield; the boar of Thessaly was never so foaming with exhaustion.

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.

Go to the monument! Lock yourself in there and send him word that you are dead. The soul and the body do not tear apart more painfully in their parting than greatness does when it departs.

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 th’ monument!

To the monument! Mardian, go and tell him I have killed myself. Say that the last word I spoke was "Antony", and please phrase it pitifully. Away, Mardian, and bring me news of how he takes my death.—To the monument!