...waiting, Charmaine, my Charmaine.' " Her eyes snapped open again. "Charmian, as in Iras and, A and C. 'Give me my robe put on my crown I have immortal longings in me.' If you find it easier, do call me Mrs. Toye." ' 'Withered is the garland of the war, the soldier's...

...soon-to-be-hollowed vessel, but ritual transformation steps towards the mystic moment of transition: Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have Immortal longings in me. . . . I am fire and air; my other elements I give to baser life. So, have you done? Come then, and...

...A tragedy that ends in death also ends, by Cleopatra's imaginative fiat, with a triumphal marriage: Give me my robe. Put on my crown. I have Immortal longings in me Husband, I come. Now to that name my courage prove my title. The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch,...

...crested the world..." Her death scene, played with utter tragic naturalness, is simply magnificent. "Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have immortal longings in me... ." To be in Ms. Redgrave's company at such transcendent times is a gift. But yet. . .or, as the Queen...

...he mumbled, and unwillingly shuffled away. Iras returned, richly laden. Cleopatra held out her arms: "Give me my robe, put on my crown, I have immortal longings in me," she cried joyfully, as her women began to attire her. "Methinks I hear Antony call; I see him rouse...

...with the aid of a poisonous snake, taking her waiting women, Charmian and Iras, with her. CLEOPATRA Give me my robe, put on my crown: I have Immortal longings in me; now no more The juice of Egypt's grape shall moist this lip Yare, yare, good Iras; quick. Methinks I hear Antony call: I see...

...of Cleopatra captured the imagination of many creative minds, particularly Shakespeare: CLEOPATRA: Give me my robe, put on my crown. I have Immortal longings in me; now no more The juice of Egypt's grape shall moist this lip. Yea, Yea, good Iras; quick. Methinks I hear Antony call; I see...

...what is implied as well as what is said, there is nowhere in him a more lofty line than Cleopatra's ' Give me my robe, put on my crown ; I have immortal ' longings in me ! ' Antony at the last is a ruin, and like a ruin — dark, weird, grim, lonely, haggard — he seems...

...is it sin To rush into the secret house of death, Ere death dare come to us? Cleopatra — A&C IV.xv Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have Immortal longings in me: now no more The juice of Egypt's grape shall moist this lip: Yare, yare, good Iras; quick. Methinks I hear Antony call; I see...

...ritual marriage between herself and the dead Antony which is going to be consummated in the afterworld: Give me my robe, put on my crown, I have Immortal longings in me . . . Husband I come: Now to that name, my courage prove my title! I am fire, and air; my other elements...