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Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 2] |
Charmian |
127 |
Nay, if an oily palm be not a fruitful
prognostication, I cannot scratch mine ear. Prithee,
tell her but a worky-day fortune.
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2 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 4] |
Messenger |
476 |
Caesar, I bring thee word,
Menecrates and Menas, famous pirates,
Make the sea serve them, which they ear and wound
With keels of every kind: many hot inroads
They make in Italy; the borders maritime
Lack blood to think on't, and flush youth revolt:
No vessel can peep forth, but 'tis as soon
Taken as seen; for Pompey's name strikes more
Than could his war resisted.
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3 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 5] |
Cleopatra |
569 |
Mine ear must pluck it thence.
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4 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 1] |
Pompey |
654 |
I could have given less matter
A better ear. Menas, I did not think
This amorous surfeiter would have donn'd his helm
For such a petty war: his soldiership
Is twice the other twain: but let us rear
The higher our opinion, that our stirring
Can from the lap of Egypt's widow pluck
The ne'er-lust-wearied Antony.
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Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 5] |
Cleopatra |
1113 |
I do not like 'But yet,' it does allay
The good precedence; fie upon 'But yet'!
'But yet' is as a gaoler to bring forth
Some monstrous malefactor. Prithee, friend,
Pour out the pack of matter to mine ear,
The good and bad together: he's friends with Caesar:
In state of health thou say'st; and thou say'st free.
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6 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 7] |
Pompey |
1412 |
[Aside to MENAS] Say in mine ear:
what is't?
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7 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[III, 2] |
Octavia |
1648 |
I'll tell you in your ear.
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8 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[III, 4] |
Antony |
1752 |
Nay, nay, Octavia, not only that,—
That were excusable, that, and thousands more
Of semblable import,—but he hath waged
New wars 'gainst Pompey; made his will, and read it
To public ear:
Spoke scantly of me: when perforce he could not
But pay me terms of honour, cold and sickly
He vented them; most narrow measure lent me:
When the best hint was given him, he not took't,
Or did it from his teeth.
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Antony and Cleopatra
[III, 6] |
Octavia |
1883 |
Good my lord,
To come thus was I not constrain'd, but did
On my free will. My lord, Mark Antony,
Hearing that you prepared for war, acquainted
My grieved ear withal; whereon, I begg'd
His pardon for return.
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10 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[IV, 8] |
Antony |
2818 |
He has deserved it, were it carbuncled
Like holy Phoebus' car. Give me thy hand:
Through Alexandria make a jolly march;
Bear our hack'd targets like the men that owe them:
Had our great palace the capacity
To camp this host, we all would sup together,
And drink carouses to the next day's fate,
Which promises royal peril. Trumpeters,
With brazen din blast you the city's ear;
Make mingle with rattling tabourines;
That heaven and earth may strike their sounds together,
Applauding our approach.
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