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Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 5] |
Charmian |
530 |
Madam, I trust, not so.
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2 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[III, 7] |
Soldier |
2014 |
O noble emperor, do not fight by sea;
Trust not to rotten planks: do you misdoubt
This sword and these my wounds? Let the Egyptians
And the Phoenicians go a-ducking; we
Have used to conquer, standing on the earth,
And fighting foot to foot.
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3 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[IV, 6] |
Domitius Enobarus |
2720 |
Alexas did revolt; and went to Jewry on
Affairs of Antony; there did persuade
Great Herod to incline himself to Caesar,
And leave his master Antony: for this pains
Caesar hath hang'd him. Canidius and the rest
That fell away have entertainment, but
No honourable trust. I have done ill;
Of which I do accuse myself so sorely,
That I will joy no more.
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4 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[IV, 15] |
Antony |
3223 |
Gentle, hear me:
None about Caesar trust but Proculeius.
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5 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[IV, 15] |
Cleopatra |
3225 |
My resolution and my hands I'll trust;
None about Caesar.
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6 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[V, 2] |
Cleopatra |
3392 |
Antony
Did tell me of you, bade me trust you; but
I do not greatly care to be deceived,
That have no use for trusting. If your master
Would have a queen his beggar, you must tell him,
That majesty, to keep decorum, must
No less beg than a kingdom: if he please
To give me conquer'd Egypt for my son,
He gives me so much of mine own, as I
Will kneel to him with thanks.
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7 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[V, 2] |
Cleopatra |
3573 |
See, Caesar! O, behold,
How pomp is follow'd! mine will now be yours;
And, should we shift estates, yours would be mine.
The ingratitude of this Seleucus does
Even make me wild: O slave, of no more trust
Than love that's hired! What, goest thou back? thou shalt
Go back, I warrant thee; but I'll catch thine eyes,
Though they had wings: slave, soulless villain, dog!
O rarely base!
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