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Work The work is either a play, poem, or sonnet. The sonnets are treated as single work with 154 parts.

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1

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.

2

Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 5]

Cleopatra

562

How much unlike art thou Mark Antony!
Yet, coming from him, that great medicine hath
With his tinct gilded thee.
How goes it with my brave Mark Antony?

3

Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 2]

Antony

815

Thou art a soldier only: speak no more.

4

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.

5

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.

6

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!

7

Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 7]

Menas

1454

Now, Pompey, I have kept me from the cup.
Thou art, if thou darest be, the earthly Jove:
Whate'er the ocean pales, or sky inclips,
Is thine, if thou wilt ha't.

8

Antony and Cleopatra
[III, 1]

Ventidius

1548

Now, darting Parthia, art thou struck; and now
Pleased fortune does of Marcus Crassus' death
Make me revenger. Bear the king's son's body
Before our army. Thy Pacorus, Orodes,
Pays this for Marcus Crassus.

9

Antony and Cleopatra
[III, 7]

Canidius

2023

Soldier, thou art: but his whole action grows
Not in the power on't: so our leader's led,
And we are women's men.

10

Antony and Cleopatra
[III, 13]

Domitius Enobarus

2323

[Aside] To be sure of that,
I will ask Antony. Sir, sir, thou art so leaky,
That we must leave thee to thy sinking, for
Thy dearest quit thee.

11

Antony and Cleopatra
[III, 13]

Antony

2354

Favours, by Jove that thunders!
What art thou, fellow?

12

Antony and Cleopatra
[IV, 2]

Antony

2539

And thou art honest too.
I wish I could be made so many men,
And all of you clapp'd up together in
An Antony, that I might do you service
So good as you have done.

13

Antony and Cleopatra
[IV, 4]

Antony

2628

Ah, let be, let be! thou art
The armourer of my heart: false, false; this, this.

14

Antony and Cleopatra
[IV, 14]

Antony

3048

Since Cleopatra died,
I have lived in such dishonour, that the gods
Detest my baseness. I, that with my sword
Quarter'd the world, and o'er green Neptune's back
With ships made cities, condemn myself to lack
The courage of a woman; less noble mind
Than she which by her death our Caesar tells
'I am conqueror of myself.' Thou art sworn, Eros,
That, when the exigent should come, which now
Is come indeed, when I should see behind me
The inevitable prosecution of
Disgrace and horror, that, on my command,
Thou then wouldst kill me: do't; the time is come:
Thou strikest not me, 'tis Caesar thou defeat'st.
Put colour in thy cheek.

15

Antony and Cleopatra
[IV, 14]

Antony

3130

Art thou there, Diomed? Draw thy sword, and give me
Sufficing strokes for death.

16

Antony and Cleopatra
[V, 1]

Octavius

3284

Wherefore is that? and what art thou that darest
Appear thus to us?

17

Antony and Cleopatra
[V, 2]

Charmian

3427

O Cleopatra! thou art taken, queen:

18

Antony and Cleopatra
[V, 2]

Cleopatra

3441

Where art thou, death?
Come hither, come! come, come, and take a queen
Worthy many babes and beggars!

19

Antony and Cleopatra
[V, 2]

Dolabella

3804

Caesar, thy thoughts
Touch their effects in this: thyself art coming
To see perform'd the dreaded act which thou
So sought'st to hinder.