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Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 1] |
Cleopatra |
49 |
Excellent falsehood!
Why did he marry Fulvia, and not love her?
I'll seem the fool I am not; Antony
Will be himself.
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2 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 1] |
Philo |
70 |
Sir, sometimes, when he is not Antony,
He comes too short of that great property
Which still should go with Antony.
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3 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 1] |
Demetrius |
73 |
I am full sorry
That he approves the common liar, who
Thus speaks of him at Rome: but I will hope
Of better deeds to-morrow. Rest you happy!
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4 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 2] |
Charmian |
97 |
He means in flesh.
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5 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 2] |
Charmian |
155 |
Not he; the queen.
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6 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 2] |
Cleopatra |
159 |
Was he not here?
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7 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 2] |
Cleopatra |
161 |
He was disposed to mirth; but on the sudden
A Roman thought hath struck him. Enobarbus!
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8 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 2] |
Antony |
179 |
When it concerns the fool or coward. On:
Things that are past are done with me. 'Tis thus:
Who tells me true, though in his tale lie death,
I hear him as he flatter'd.
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9 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 2] |
Second Attendant |
201 |
He stays upon your will.
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10 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 3] |
Cleopatra |
295 |
Where is he?
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11 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 3] |
Cleopatra |
297 |
See where he is, who's with him, what he does:
I did not send you: if you find him sad,
Say I am dancing; if in mirth, report
That I am sudden sick: quick, and return.
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12 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 3] |
Cleopatra |
394 |
And target. Still he mends;
But this is not the best. Look, prithee, Charmian,
How this Herculean Roman does become
The carriage of his chafe.
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13 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 4] |
Octavius |
424 |
You may see, Lepidus, and henceforth know,
It is not Caesar's natural vice to hate
Our great competitor: from Alexandria
This is the news: he fishes, drinks, and wastes
The lamps of night in revel; is not more man-like
Than Cleopatra; nor the queen of Ptolemy
More womanly than he; hardly gave audience, or
Vouchsafed to think he had partners: you shall find there
A man who is the abstract of all faults
That all men follow.
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14 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 4] |
Lepidus |
434 |
I must not think there are
Evils enow to darken all his goodness:
His faults in him seem as the spots of heaven,
More fiery by night's blackness; hereditary,
Rather than purchased; what he cannot change,
Than what he chooses.
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15 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 4] |
Octavius |
440 |
You are too indulgent. Let us grant, it is not
Amiss to tumble on the bed of Ptolemy;
To give a kingdom for a mirth; to sit
And keep the turn of tippling with a slave;
To reel the streets at noon, and stand the buffet
With knaves that smell of sweat: say this
becomes him,—
As his composure must be rare indeed
Whom these things cannot blemish,—yet must Antony
No way excuse his soils, when we do bear
So great weight in his lightness. If he fill'd
His vacancy with his voluptuousness,
Full surfeits, and the dryness of his bones,
Call on him for't: but to confound such time,
That drums him from his sport, and speaks as loud
As his own state and ours,—'tis to be chid
As we rate boys, who, being mature in knowledge,
Pawn their experience to their present pleasure,
And so rebel to judgment.
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16 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 4] |
Messenger |
461 |
Thy biddings have been done; and every hour,
Most noble Caesar, shalt thou have report
How 'tis abroad. Pompey is strong at sea;
And it appears he is beloved of those
That only have fear'd Caesar: to the ports
The discontents repair, and men's reports
Give him much wrong'd.
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17 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 4] |
Octavius |
468 |
I should have known no less.
It hath been taught us from the primal state,
That he which is was wish'd until he were;
And the ebb'd man, ne'er loved till ne'er worth love,
Comes dear'd by being lack'd. This common body,
Like to a vagabond flag upon the stream,
Goes to and back, lackeying the varying tide,
To rot itself with motion.
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18 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 5] |
Cleopatra |
543 |
O Charmian,
Where think'st thou he is now? Stands he, or sits he?
Or does he walk? or is he on his horse?
O happy horse, to bear the weight of Antony!
Do bravely, horse! for wot'st thou whom thou movest?
The demi-Atlas of this earth, the arm
And burgonet of men. He's speaking now,
Or murmuring 'Where's my serpent of old Nile?'
For so he calls me: now I feed myself
With most delicious poison. Think on me,
That am with Phoebus' amorous pinches black,
And wrinkled deep in time? Broad-fronted Caesar,
When thou wast here above the ground, I was
A morsel for a monarch: and great Pompey
Would stand and make his eyes grow in my brow;
There would he anchor his aspect and die
With looking on his life.
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19 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 5] |
Alexas |
566 |
Last thing he did, dear queen,
He kiss'd,—the last of many doubled kisses,—
This orient pearl. His speech sticks in my heart.
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20 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 5] |
Alexas |
570 |
'Good friend,' quoth he,
'Say, the firm Roman to great Egypt sends
This treasure of an oyster; at whose foot,
To mend the petty present, I will piece
Her opulent throne with kingdoms; all the east,
Say thou, shall call her mistress.' So he nodded,
And soberly did mount an arm-gaunt steed,
Who neigh'd so high, that what I would have spoke
Was beastly dumb'd by him.
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