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1

Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 1]

Attendant

23

News, my good lord, from Rome.

2

Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 1]

Antony

31

How, my love!

3

Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 1]

Antony

40

Let Rome in Tiber melt, and the wide arch
Of the ranged empire fall! Here is my space.
Kingdoms are clay: our dungy earth alike
Feeds beast as man: the nobleness of life
Is to do thus; when such a mutual pair
[Embracing]
And such a twain can do't, in which I bind,
On pain of punishment, the world to weet
We stand up peerless.

4

Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 1]

Antony

59

Fie, wrangling queen!
Whom every thing becomes, to chide, to laugh,
To weep; whose every passion fully strives
To make itself, in thee, fair and admired!
No messenger, but thine; and all alone
To-night we'll wander through the streets and note
The qualities of people. Come, my queen;
Last night you did desire it: speak not to us.
[Exeunt MARK ANTONY and CLEOPATRA with]
their train]

5

Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 2]

Charmian

103

I had rather heat my liver with drinking.

6

Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 2]

Charmian

105

Good now, some excellent fortune! Let me be married
to three kings in a forenoon, and widow them all:
let me have a child at fifty, to whom Herod of Jewry
may do homage: find me to marry me with Octavius
Caesar, and companion me with my mistress.

7

Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 2]

Charmian

114

Then belike my children shall have no names:
prithee, how many boys and wenches must I have?

8

Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 2]

Iras

136

Not in my husband's nose.

9

Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 2]

Cleopatra

157

Saw you my lord?

10

Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 2]

Alexas

166

Here, at your service. My lord approaches.

11

Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 2]

Antony

171

Against my brother Lucius?

12

Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 2]

Messenger

189

O, my lord!

13

Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 2]

Antony

190

Speak to me home, mince not the general tongue:
Name Cleopatra as she is call'd in Rome;
Rail thou in Fulvia's phrase; and taunt my faults
With such full licence as both truth and malice
Have power to utter. O, then we bring forth weeds,
When our quick minds lie still; and our ills told us
Is as our earing. Fare thee well awhile.

14

Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 2]

Antony

213

Forbear me.
[Exit Second Messenger]
There's a great spirit gone! Thus did I desire it:
What our contempt doth often hurl from us,
We wish it ours again; the present pleasure,
By revolution lowering, does become
The opposite of itself: she's good, being gone;
The hand could pluck her back that shoved her on.
I must from this enchanting queen break off:
Ten thousand harms, more than the ills I know,
My idleness doth hatch. How now! Enobarbus!

15

Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 2]

Antony

266

The business she hath broached in the state
Cannot endure my absence.

16

Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 3]

Antony

313

I am sorry to give breathing to my purpose,—

17

Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 3]

Antony

317

Now, my dearest queen,—

18

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.

19

Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 3]

Antony

365

She's dead, my queen:
Look here, and at thy sovereign leisure read
The garboils she awaked; at the last, best:
See when and where she died.

20

Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 3]

Cleopatra

379

Cut my lace, Charmian, come;
But let it be: I am quickly ill, and well,
So Antony loves.