At the tomb her grief broke forth anew, and was as violent as ever.

She bewailed her lover's death with loud cries and lamentations, uttered while she was placing the garlands upon the tomb, and offering the oblations and incense, which were customary in those days, as expressions of grief.
"These," said she, as she made the offerings, "are the last tributes of affection that I can ever pay thee, my dearest, dearest lord.

I can not join thee, for I am a captive and a prisoner, and they will not let me die.

They watch me every hour, and are going to bear me far away, to exhibit me to thine enemies, as a badge and trophy of their triumph over thee.

Oh intercede, dearest Antony, with the gods where thou art now, since those that reign here on earth have utterly forsaken me; implore them to save me from this fate, and let me die here in my native land, and be buried by thy side in this tomb." When Cleopatra returned to her apartment again after this melancholy ceremony, she seemed to be more composed than she had been before.