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Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 1] |
Cleopatra |
25 |
Nay, hear them, Antony:
Fulvia perchance is angry; or, who knows
If the scarce-bearded Caesar have not sent
His powerful mandate to you, 'Do this, or this;
Take in that kingdom, and enfranchise that;
Perform 't, or else we damn thee.'
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2 |
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.
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3 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 2] |
Messenger |
172 |
Ay:
But soon that war had end, and the time's state
Made friends of them, joining their force 'gainst Caesar;
Whose better issue in the war, from Italy,
Upon the first encounter, drave them.
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4 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 2] |
Domitius Enobarus |
227 |
Why, then, we kill all our women:
we see how mortal an unkindness is to them;
if they suffer our departure, death's the word.
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5 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 2] |
Domitius Enobarus |
231 |
Under a compelling occasion, let women die; it were
pity to cast them away for nothing; though, between
them and a great cause, they should be esteemed
nothing. Cleopatra, catching but the least noise of
this, dies instantly; I have seen her die twenty
times upon far poorer moment: I do think there is
mettle in death, which commits some loving act upon
her, she hath such a celerity in dying.
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6 |
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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7 |
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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8 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 1] |
Pompey |
667 |
I know not, Menas,
How lesser enmities may give way to greater.
Were't not that we stand up against them all,
'Twere pregnant they should square between
themselves;
For they have entertained cause enough
To draw their swords: but how the fear of us
May cement their divisions and bind up
The petty difference, we yet not know.
Be't as our gods will have't! It only stands
Our lives upon to use our strongest hands.
Come, Menas.
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9 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 2] |
Octavius |
793 |
To lend me arms and aid when I required them;
The which you both denied.
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10 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 2] |
Mecaenas |
806 |
If it might please you, to enforce no further
The griefs between ye: to forget them quite
Were to remember that the present need
Speaks to atone you.
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11 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 2] |
Domitius Enobarus |
914 |
I will tell you.
The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne,
Burn'd on the water: the poop was beaten gold;
Purple the sails, and so perfumed that
The winds were love-sick with them; the oars were silver,
Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made
The water which they beat to follow faster,
As amorous of their strokes. For her own person,
It beggar'd all description: she did lie
In her pavilion—cloth-of-gold of tissue—
O'er-picturing that Venus where we see
The fancy outwork nature: on each side her
Stood pretty dimpled boys, like smiling Cupids,
With divers-colour'd fans, whose wind did seem
To glow the delicate cheeks which they did cool,
And what they undid did.
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12 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 3] |
(stage directions) |
977 |
[Enter MARK ANTONY, OCTAVIUS CAESAR, OCTAVIA between]
them, and Attendants]
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13 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 3] |
Octavia |
981 |
All which time
Before the gods my knee shall bow my prayers
To them for you.
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14 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 5] |
Cleopatra |
1058 |
And when good will is show'd, though't come
too short,
The actor may plead pardon. I'll none now:
Give me mine angle; we'll to the river: there,
My music playing far off, I will betray
Tawny-finn'd fishes; my bended hook shall pierce
Their slimy jaws; and, as I draw them up,
I'll think them every one an Antony,
And say 'Ah, ha! you're caught.'
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15 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 6] |
Antony |
1296 |
And fair words to them.
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16 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 7] |
First Servant |
1373 |
Here they'll be, man. Some o' their plants are
ill-rooted already: the least wind i' the world
will blow them down.
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17 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 7] |
Second Servant |
1378 |
As they pinch one another by the disposition, he
cries out 'No more;' reconciles them to his
entreaty, and himself to the drink.
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18 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 7] |
Antony |
1444 |
These quick-sands, Lepidus,
Keep off them, for you sink.
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19 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 7] |
Domitius Enobarus |
1507 |
All take hands.
Make battery to our ears with the loud music:
The while I'll place you: then the boy shall sing;
The holding every man shall bear as loud
As his strong sides can volley.
[Music plays. DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS places them]
hand in hand]
THE SONG.
Come, thou monarch of the vine,
Plumpy Bacchus with pink eyne!
In thy fats our cares be drown'd,
With thy grapes our hairs be crown'd:
Cup us, till the world go round,
Cup us, till the world go round!
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20 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[III, 2] |
Agrippa |
1607 |
Indeed, he plied them both with excellent praises.
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