My favorite book is THE COMPLETE WORKS OF SHAKESPEARE. In it there is one passage in one particular play that I am extraordinarily fond of – to wit – Act 3, Scene 4, of Antony and Cleopatra. It is the line of verse that immediately follows a passionate soliloquy by Cleopatra, in which the doomed Queen declares her undying love for Antony, wrestling as they both do with their fate that is certain to tear their lives asunder and end their lives forever. And when Cleopatra concludes her soliloquy, there is a profound silence. And then the next line – my favorite – reads as follows:
Another Egyptian Enters The Room