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Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 5] |
Mardian |
539 |
Not in deed, madam; for I can do nothing
But what indeed is honest to be done:
Yet have I fierce affections, and think
What Venus did with Mars.
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2 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 2] |
Lepidus |
681 |
Good Enobarbus, 'tis a worthy deed,
And shall become you well, to entreat your captain
To soft and gentle speech.
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3 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[III, 1] |
Ventidius |
1560 |
O Silius, Silius,
I have done enough; a lower place, note well,
May make too great an act: for learn this, Silius;
Better to leave undone, than by our deed
Acquire too high a fame when him we serve's away.
Caesar and Antony have ever won
More in their officer than person: Sossius,
One of my place in Syria, his lieutenant,
For quick accumulation of renown,
Which he achieved by the minute, lost his favour.
Who does i' the wars more than his captain can
Becomes his captain's captain: and ambition,
The soldier's virtue, rather makes choice of loss,
Than gain which darkens him.
I could do more to do Antonius good,
But 'twould offend him; and in his offence
Should my performance perish.
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4 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[V, 2] |
Octavius |
3571 |
Nay, blush not, Cleopatra; I approve
Your wisdom in the deed.
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5 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[V, 2] |
Cleopatra |
3686 |
Let him come in.
[Exit Guardsman]
What poor an instrument
May do a noble deed! he brings me liberty.
My resolution's placed, and I have nothing
Of woman in me: now from head to foot
I am marble-constant; now the fleeting moon
No planet is of mine.
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