In praising Antony I have dispraised Caesar.
Fool! Don't you see now that I could have poisoned you a hundred times had I been able to live without you.
[At Marc Antony's tomb:] Nothing could part us in life, but now in death we are likely to change places, you the Roman lying here in Egyptian soil, and I, helpless woman that I am, being buried in Italy.
And make death proud to take us.
My honour was not yielded, but conquered merely.
Leave the fishing-rod, Great General, to us sovereigns of Pharos and Canopus. Your game is cities and kings and continents.