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I am a tainted wether of the flock,
Meetest for death: the weakest kind of fruit
Drops earliest to the ground.

      — The Merchant of Venice, Act IV Scene 1

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1

Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 1]

Antony

53

But stirr'd by Cleopatra.
Now, for the love of Love and her soft hours,
Let's not confound the time with conference harsh:
There's not a minute of our lives should stretch
Without some pleasure now. What sport tonight?

2

Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 3]

Charmian

308

Tempt him not so too far; I wish, forbear:
In time we hate that which we often fear.
But here comes Antony.

3

Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 3]

Cleopatra

336

Nay, pray you, seek no colour for your going,
But bid farewell, and go: when you sued staying,
Then was the time for words: no going then;
Eternity was in our lips and eyes,
Bliss in our brows' bent; none our parts so poor,
But was a race of heaven: they are so still,
Or thou, the greatest soldier of the world,
Art turn'd the greatest liar.

4

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.

5

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.

6

Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 4]

Octavius

503

Let his shames quickly
Drive him to Rome: 'tis time we twain
Did show ourselves i' the field; and to that end
Assemble we immediate council: Pompey
Thrives in our idleness.

7

Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 4]

Lepidus

508

To-morrow, Caesar,
I shall be furnish'd to inform you rightly
Both what by sea and land I can be able
To front this present time.

8

Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 5]

Cleopatra

526

That I might sleep out this great gap of time
My Antony is away.

9

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.

10

Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 5]

Alexas

580

Like to the time o' the year between the extremes
Of hot and cold, he was nor sad nor merry.

11

Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 2]

Lepidus

690

'Tis not a time
For private stomaching.

12

Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 2]

Domitius Enobarus

692

Every time
Serves for the matter that is then born in't.

13

Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 2]

Domitius Enobarus

811

Or, if you borrow one another's love for the
instant, you may, when you hear no more words of
Pompey, return it again: you shall have time to
wrangle in when you have nothing else to do.

14

Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 2]

Lepidus

875

Time calls upon's:
Of us must Pompey presently be sought,
Or else he seeks out us.

15

Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 3]

Octavia

981

All which time
Before the gods my knee shall bow my prayers
To them for you.

16

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.

17

Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 6]

Octavius

1237

Take your time.

18

Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 7]

Antony

1495

Be a child o' the time.

19

Antony and Cleopatra
[III, 2]

Octavius

1667

No, sweet Octavia,
You shall hear from me still; the time shall not
Out-go my thinking on you.

20

Antony and Cleopatra
[III, 4]

Antony

1773

Gentle Octavia,
Let your best love draw to that point, which seeks
Best to preserve it: if I lose mine honour,
I lose myself: better I were not yours
Than yours so branchless. But, as you requested,
Yourself shall go between 's: the mean time, lady,
I'll raise the preparation of a war
Shall stain your brother: make your soonest haste;
So your desires are yours.

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