Two Choruses from "Anthony and Cleopatra"

Cleopatra
Noblest of men, woo't die?
Hast thou no care of me?  ...  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)

CLEOPATRA
    I dream't there was an Emperor Antony:
    O, such another sleep, that I might see
    But such another man!

DOLABELLA
    If it might please ye,--

CLEOPATRA
     ... 

DOLABELLA
    Most sovereign creature,--

CLEOPATRA
    His legs bestrid the ocean: his rear'd arm
    Crested the world:  ...  his delights
    Were dolphin-like; they show'd his back above
    The element they lived in:  ... 

DOLABELLA
    Cleopatra!

CLEOPATRA
    Think you there was, or might be, such a man
    As this I dream'd of?

DOLABELLA
    Gentle madam, no.

CLEOPATRA
    You lie, up to the hearing of the gods.
    But, if there be, or ever were, one such,
    It's past the size of dreaming:  ... 

Take up her bed,
She looks like sleep,
As she would catch another Antony
In her strong toil of grace.

Take up her bed,
She looks like sleep,
And bear her women from the monument.
She shall be buried by her Antony.
No grave on earth shall clasp in it
A pair so famous.
Our army shall
In solemn show attend this funeral,
And then to Rome.