how did it come to this?
shall I abide
In this dull world, which in thy absence is
No better than a sty? O! see my women, [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.
-anthony and cleopatra