MARK ANTONY:
O, whither hast thou led me, Egypt? See,
How I convey my shame out of thine eyes
By looking back what I have left behind
'Stroy'd in dishonour.

CLEOPATRA:  
O my lord, my lord,
Forgive my fearful sails! I little thought                                               
You would have follow'd.

MARK ANTONY:       
Egypt, thou knew'st too well
My heart was to [bad word] tied by the strings,
And thou shouldst tow me after: o'er my spirit
Thy full supremacy thou knew'st, and that
Thy beck might from the bidding of the gods                                      [bad word] me.

CLEOPATRA:           
O, my pardon!

MARK ANTONY: 
Now I must
To the young man send humble treaties, dodge
And palter in the shifts of lowness; who
With half the bulk o' the world play'd as I pleased,
Making and marring fortunes. You did know                                    
How much you were my conqueror; and that
My sword, made weak by my affection, would
Obey it on all cause.

CLEOPATRA:          
Pardon, pardon!

MARK ANTONY: Fall not a tear, I say