Suicide of Cleopatra VII
Cleopatra VII, the last active ruler of the Ptolemaic Kingdom of Egypt, chooses to end her life by suicide, likely through the bite of an asp, in her private chamber after the defeat of her forces by
Setting
Cleopatra's private chamber within her palace in Alexandria, a lavishly decorated room with high ceilings and marble floors, overlooking the Mediterranean Sea. The room is adorned with rich fabrics, golden ornaments, and intricate mosaics depicting Egyptian and Hellenistic motifs.
Characters
Cleopatra VII
primary
A striking woman in her late 30s with a regal bearing, olive complexion, and prominent Ptolemaic features—a strong nose, full lips, and piercing dark eyes. Her black hair is intricately braided with golden threads, and her posture remains dignified despite the circumstances.
Charmion
secondary
A woman in her late 30s with a slender yet strong build, honed from years of service. Her dark, almond-shaped eyes are lined with kohl, and her olive skin is smooth but shows faint lines of worry. Her black hair is neatly braided and pinned back, adorned with simple golden pins.
Iras
secondary
A young Egyptian handmaiden in her early twenties, slim yet strong, with dark, almond-shaped eyes and a serene countenance. Her skin is a warm olive tone, and her hair is neatly braided in the traditional Egyptian style, adorned with simple golden beads.
Roman Guard
background
A battle-hardened legionary in his early 30s, with a muscular build from years of military training. His face bears the weathered tan of desert campaigns, with a short-cropped beard and a scar running diagonally across his left cheekbone. His dark brown eyes remain alert and vigilant.
Dialog
Cleopatra VII
The children are safe, Charmion? Swear it to me by the sacred river.
Charmion
By Isis' veil, Majesty. Your little sun and moon sail beyond Roman reach.
Cleopatra VII
Then we shall not keep the asp waiting. A queen meets Osiris standing, not groveling like some conquered Dacian.
Charmion
The sacred vessel is prepared, my lady. May Anubis weigh your heart lighter than Ma'at's feather.
Cleopatra VII
How small death feels in my hand... Tell Octavian he wins only sand and silence.