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Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 2] |
Antony |
179 |
When it concerns the fool or coward. On:
Things that are past are done with me. 'Tis thus:
Who tells me true, though in his tale lie death,
I hear him as he flatter'd.
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2 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 3] |
Cleopatra |
320 |
I know, by that same eye, there's some good news.
What says the married woman? You may go:
Would she had never given you leave to come!
Let her not say 'tis I that keep you here:
I have no power upon you; hers you are.
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3 |
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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4 |
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.
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5 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 4] |
Messenger |
461 |
Thy biddings have been done; and every hour,
Most noble Caesar, shalt thou have report
How 'tis abroad. Pompey is strong at sea;
And it appears he is beloved of those
That only have fear'd Caesar: to the ports
The discontents repair, and men's reports
Give him much wrong'd.
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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, 4] |
Lepidus |
502 |
'Tis pity of him.
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8 |
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.
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9 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 5] |
Cleopatra |
529 |
O, 'tis treason!
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10 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 5] |
Cleopatra |
533 |
Not now to hear thee sing; I take no pleasure
In aught an eunuch has: 'tis well for thee,
That, being unseminar'd, thy freer thoughts
May not fly forth of Egypt. Hast thou affections?
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11 |
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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12 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 1] |
Pompey |
637 |
Where have you this? 'tis false.
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13 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 1] |
Varrius |
650 |
This is most certain that I shall deliver:
Mark Antony is every hour in Rome
Expected: since he went from Egypt 'tis
A space for further travel.
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14 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 2] |
Lepidus |
681 |
Good Enobarbus, 'tis a worthy deed,
And shall become you well, to entreat your captain
To soft and gentle speech.
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15 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 2] |
Lepidus |
690 |
'Tis not a time
For private stomaching.
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16 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 2] |
Antony |
715 |
'Tis spoken well.
Were we before our armies, and to fight.
I should do thus.
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17 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 2] |
Lepidus |
805 |
'Tis noble spoken.
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18 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 2] |
Agrippa |
835 |
To hold you in perpetual amity,
To make you brothers, and to knit your hearts
With an unslipping knot, take Antony
Octavia to his wife; whose beauty claims
No worse a husband than the best of men;
Whose virtue and whose general graces speak
That which none else can utter. By this marriage,
All little jealousies, which now seem great,
And all great fears, which now import their dangers,
Would then be nothing: truths would be tales,
Where now half tales be truths: her love to both
Would, each to other and all loves to both,
Draw after her. Pardon what I have spoke;
For 'tis a studied, not a present thought,
By duty ruminated.
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19 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 3] |
Soothsayer |
1008 |
To none but thee; no more, but when to thee.
If thou dost play with him at any game,
Thou art sure to lose; and, of that natural luck,
He beats thee 'gainst the odds: thy lustre thickens,
When he shines by: I say again, thy spirit
Is all afraid to govern thee near him;
But, he away, 'tis noble.
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20 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 5] |
Cleopatra |
1138 |
Say 'tis not so, a province I will give thee,
And make thy fortunes proud: the blow thou hadst
Shall make thy peace for moving me to rage;
And I will boot thee with what gift beside
Thy modesty can beg.
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