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Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 1] |
Philo |
2 |
Nay, but this dotage of our general's
O'erflows the measure: those his goodly eyes,
That o'er the files and musters of the war
Have glow'd like plated Mars, now bend, now turn,
The office and devotion of their view
Upon a tawny front: his captain's heart,
Which in the scuffles of great fights hath burst
The buckles on his breast, reneges all temper,
And is become the bellows and the fan
To cool a gipsy's lust.
[Flourish. Enter ANTONY, CLEOPATRA, her Ladies,]
the Train, with Eunuchs fanning her]
Look, where they come:
Take but good note, and you shall see in him.
The triple pillar of the world transform'd
Into a strumpet's fool: behold and see.
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2 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 3] |
Cleopatra |
345 |
I would I had thy inches; thou shouldst know
There were a heart in Egypt.
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3 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 3] |
Antony |
347 |
Hear me, queen:
The strong necessity of time commands
Our services awhile; but my full heart
Remains in use with you. Our Italy
Shines o'er with civil swords: Sextus Pompeius
Makes his approaches to the port of Rome:
Equality of two domestic powers
Breed scrupulous faction: the hated, grown to strength,
Are newly grown to love: the condemn'd Pompey,
Rich in his father's honour, creeps apace,
Into the hearts of such as have not thrived
Upon the present state, whose numbers threaten;
And quietness, grown sick of rest, would purge
By any desperate change: my more particular,
And that which most with you should safe my going,
Is Fulvia's death.
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4 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 3] |
Cleopatra |
408 |
'Tis sweating labour
To bear such idleness so near the heart
As Cleopatra this. But, sir, forgive me;
Since my becomings kill me, when they do not
Eye well to you: your honour calls you hence;
Therefore be deaf to my unpitied folly.
And all the gods go with you! upon your sword
Sit laurel victory! and smooth success
Be strew'd before your feet!
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5 |
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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6 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 2] |
Antony |
858 |
May I never
To this good purpose, that so fairly shows,
Dream of impediment! Let me have thy hand:
Further this act of grace: and from this hour
The heart of brothers govern in our loves
And sway our great designs!
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7 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 2] |
Domitius Enobarus |
897 |
Half the heart of Caesar, worthy Mecaenas! My
honourable friend, Agrippa!
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8 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 2] |
Domitius Enobarus |
910 |
When she first met Mark Antony, she pursed up
his heart, upon the river of Cydnus.
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9 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 2] |
Domitius Enobarus |
945 |
Upon her landing, Antony sent to her,
Invited her to supper: she replied,
It should be better he became her guest;
Which she entreated: our courteous Antony,
Whom ne'er the word of 'No' woman heard speak,
Being barber'd ten times o'er, goes to the feast,
And for his ordinary pays his heart
For what his eyes eat only.
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10 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 2] |
Mecaenas |
969 |
If beauty, wisdom, modesty, can settle
The heart of Antony, Octavia is
A blessed lottery to him.
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11 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 6] |
Pompey |
1278 |
Well, I know not
What counts harsh fortune casts upon my face;
But in my bosom shall she never come,
To make my heart her vassal.
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12 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[III, 2] |
Antony |
1649 |
Her tongue will not obey her heart, nor can
Her heart inform her tongue,—the swan's
down-feather,
That stands upon the swell at full of tide,
And neither way inclines.
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13 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[III, 4] |
Antony |
1787 |
When it appears to you where this begins,
Turn your displeasure that way: for our faults
Can never be so equal, that your love
Can equally move with them. Provide your going;
Choose your own company, and command what cost
Your heart has mind to.
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14 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[III, 6] |
Octavia |
1908 |
Ay me, most wretched,
That have my heart parted betwixt two friends
That do afflict each other!
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15 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[III, 6] |
Octavius |
1911 |
Welcome hither:
Your letters did withhold our breaking forth;
Till we perceived, both how you were wrong led,
And we in negligent danger. Cheer your heart;
Be you not troubled with the time, which drives
O'er your content these strong necessities;
But let determined things to destiny
Hold unbewail'd their way. Welcome to Rome;
Nothing more dear to me. You are abused
Beyond the mark of thought: and the high gods,
To do you justice, make them ministers
Of us and those that love you. Best of comfort;
And ever welcome to us.
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Antony and Cleopatra
[III, 6] |
Mecaenas |
1925 |
Welcome, dear madam.
Each heart in Rome does love and pity you:
Only the adulterous Antony, most large
In his abominations, turns you off;
And gives his potent regiment to a trull,
That noises it against us.
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Antony and Cleopatra
[III, 7] |
Domitius Enobarus |
1948 |
Your presence needs must puzzle Antony;
Take from his heart, take from his brain,
from's time,
What should not then be spared. He is already
Traduced for levity; and 'tis said in Rome
That Photinus an eunuch and your maids
Manage this war.
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Antony and Cleopatra
[III, 11] |
Antony |
2173 |
Egypt, thou knew'st too well
My heart was to thy rudder tied by the strings,
And thou shouldst tow me after: o'er my spirit
Thy full supremacy thou knew'st, and that
Thy beck might from the bidding of the gods
Command me.
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Antony and Cleopatra
[III, 13] |
Cleopatra |
2446 |
Ah, dear, if I be so,
From my cold heart let heaven engender hail,
And poison it in the source; and the first stone
Drop in my neck: as it determines, so
Dissolve my life! The next Caesarion smite!
Till by degrees the memory of my womb,
Together with my brave Egyptians all,
By the discandying of this pelleted storm,
Lie graveless, till the flies and gnats of Nile
Have buried them for prey!
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Antony and Cleopatra
[III, 13] |
Antony |
2456 |
I am satisfied.
Caesar sits down in Alexandria; where
I will oppose his fate. Our force by land
Hath nobly held; our sever'd navy too
Have knit again, and fleet, threatening most sea-like.
Where hast thou been, my heart? Dost thou hear, lady?
If from the field I shall return once more
To kiss these lips, I will appear in blood;
I and my sword will earn our chronicle:
There's hope in't yet.
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