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Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 2] |
Charmian |
79 |
Lord Alexas, sweet Alexas, most any thing Alexas,
almost most absolute Alexas, where's the soothsayer
that you praised so to the queen? O, that I knew
this husband, which, you say, must charge his horns
with garlands!
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2 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 2] |
Charmian |
111 |
O excellent! I love long life better than figs.
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3 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 2] |
Charmian |
137 |
Our worser thoughts heavens mend! Alexas,—come,
his fortune, his fortune! O, let him marry a woman
that cannot go, sweet Isis, I beseech thee! and let
her die too, and give him a worse! and let worst
follow worse, till the worst of all follow him
laughing to his grave, fifty-fold a cuckold! Good
Isis, hear me this prayer, though thou deny me a
matter of more weight; good Isis, I beseech thee!
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4 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 2] |
Messenger |
189 |
O, my lord!
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5 |
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.
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Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 2] |
Domitius Enobarus |
248 |
O, sir, you had then left unseen a wonderful piece
of work; which not to have been blest withal would
have discredited your travel.
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7 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 3] |
Cleopatra |
326 |
O, never was there queen
So mightily betray'd! yet at the first
I saw the treasons planted.
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8 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 3] |
Cleopatra |
369 |
O most false love!
Where be the sacred vials thou shouldst fill
With sorrowful water? Now I see, I see,
In Fulvia's death, how mine received shall be.
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9 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 3] |
Cleopatra |
399 |
Courteous lord, one word.
Sir, you and I must part, but that's not it:
Sir, you and I have loved, but there's not it;
That you know well: something it is I would,
O, my oblivion is a very Antony,
And I am all forgotten.
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10 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 5] |
Cleopatra |
529 |
O, 'tis treason!
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11 |
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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12 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 5] |
Cleopatra |
582 |
O well-divided disposition! Note him,
Note him good Charmian, 'tis the man; but note him:
He was not sad, for he would shine on those
That make their looks by his; he was not merry,
Which seem'd to tell them his remembrance lay
In Egypt with his joy; but between both:
O heavenly mingle! Be'st thou sad or merry,
The violence of either thee becomes,
So does it no man else. Met'st thou my posts?
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13 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 5] |
Charmian |
598 |
O that brave Caesar!
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14 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 2] |
Agrippa |
930 |
O, rare for Antony!
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Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 3] |
Soothsayer |
1000 |
Caesar's.
Therefore, O Antony, stay not by his side:
Thy demon, that's thy spirit which keeps thee, is
Noble, courageous high, unmatchable,
Where Caesar's is not; but, near him, thy angel
Becomes a fear, as being o'erpower'd: therefore
Make space enough between you.
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Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 3] |
Antony |
1015 |
Get thee gone:
Say to Ventidius I would speak with him:
[Exit Soothsayer]
He shall to Parthia. Be it art or hap,
He hath spoken true: the very dice obey him;
And in our sports my better cunning faints
Under his chance: if we draw lots, he speeds;
His cocks do win the battle still of mine,
When it is all to nought; and his quails ever
Beat mine, inhoop'd, at odds. I will to Egypt:
And though I make this marriage for my peace,
I' the east my pleasure lies.
[Enter VENTIDIUS]
O, come, Ventidius,
You must to Parthia: your commission's ready;
Follow me, and receive't.
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17 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 5] |
Cleopatra |
1071 |
That time,—O times!—
I laugh'd him out of patience; and that night
I laugh'd him into patience; and next morn,
Ere the ninth hour, I drunk him to his bed;
Then put my tires and mantles on him, whilst
I wore his sword Philippan.
[Enter a Messenger]
O, from Italy
Ram thou thy fruitful tidings in mine ears,
That long time have been barren.
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18 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 5] |
Cleopatra |
1174 |
O, I would thou didst,
So half my Egypt were submerged and made
A cistern for scaled snakes! Go, get thee hence:
Hadst thou Narcissus in thy face, to me
Thou wouldst appear most ugly. He is married?
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19 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 5] |
Cleopatra |
1184 |
O, that his fault should make a knave of thee,
That art not what thou'rt sure of! Get thee hence:
The merchandise which thou hast brought from Rome
Are all too dear for me: lie they upon thy hand,
And be undone by 'em!
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Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 5] |
Cleopatra |
1193 |
I am paid for't now.
Lead me from hence:
I faint: O Iras, Charmian! 'tis no matter.
Go to the fellow, good Alexas; bid him
Report the feature of Octavia, her years,
Her inclination, let him not leave out
The colour of her hair: bring me word quickly.
[Exit ALEXAS]
Let him for ever go:—let him not—Charmian,
Though he be painted one way like a Gorgon,
The other way's a Mars. Bid you Alexas
[To MARDIAN]
Bring me word how tall she is. Pity me, Charmian,
But do not speak to me. Lead me to my chamber.
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