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Cleopatra Noblest of men, woo't die? Hast thou no care of me? [shall I abide In this dull world, which in thy absence is No better than a sty?]1 O see, my women, (Mark Antony dies) The crown o' the earth doth melt. My lord! O wither'd is the garland of the war, The soldier's pole is fall'n: young boys and girls Are level now with men; the odds is gone, And there is nothing left remarkable Beneath the visiting moon. (Faints)
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View text without footnotesSee also Thomas Pasatieri's setting {link:1116714}Antony and Cleopatra.
1 omitted by Barber.Text Authorship:
- by William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), no title, appears in Antony and Cleopatra, Act IV, Scene 15 and Act V, Scene 2, first published 1607 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Carol Barnett (b. 1949), "Cleopatra", 2022 [ mezzo-soprano and orchestra ], from Will’s Ladies, no. 5, Pay Loadz
Publisher: Pay Loadz [external link] [sung text not yet checked]
The text above (or a part of it) is used in the following settings:
- by Samuel Barber (1910 - 1981), "On the death of Antony", op. 40 no. 1 (1968), published 1968 [ soprano, women's chorus, and piano ], from Two Choruses from "Anthony and Cleopatra", no. 1
Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , "La mort d'Antoine", copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
Researcher for this page: Ivan Nunes
This text was added to the website: 2007-05-23
Line count: 13
Word count: 87
O le plus noble des hommes, tu veux donc mourir ? Tu n'as plus de souci de moi ? Oh voyez, mes femmes, La couronne de la terre se fond. Mon Seigneur ! Oh ! la guirlande de la guerre est fanée : Le mât des soldats est tombé : les jeunes garçons et filles Sont maintenant au niveau des hommes. Il n'y a plus de différence, Et il ne reste rien de remarquable Sous la lune qui nous visite. J'ai rêvé qu'il y avait un empereur nommé Antoine. Oh ! que je dorme encore, que je puisse voir À nouveau son pareil. Ses pas enjambaient l'océan ; son bras étendu recouvrait le monde. Ses plaisirs semblaient ceux des dauphins, ils montraient son dos Au-dessus de l'élément où ils vivent. Penses-tu qu'il y avait, qu'il pourrait y avoir, un homme tel Que celui dont j'ai rêvé ? Chère Madame, non ! Tu mens, et les dieux t'entendent. Mais s'il était là, ou même s'il a jamais existé, Cela dépasse la puissance des songes.
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Based on:
- a text in English by William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), no title, appears in Antony and Cleopatra, Act IV, Scene 15 and Act V, Scene 2, first published 1607
This text was added to the website: 2009-12-10
Line count: 22
Word count: 163