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Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 2] |
Domitius Enobarus |
91 |
Bring in the banquet quickly; wine enough
Cleopatra's health to drink.
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2 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 2] |
Cleopatra |
164 |
Seek him, and bring him hither.
Where's Alexas?
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3 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 2] |
Antony |
190 |
Speak to me home, mince not the general tongue:
Name Cleopatra as she is call'd in Rome;
Rail thou in Fulvia's phrase; and taunt my faults
With such full licence as both truth and malice
Have power to utter. O, then we bring forth weeds,
When our quick minds lie still; and our ills told us
Is as our earing. Fare thee well awhile.
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4 |
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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5 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 5] |
Cleopatra |
1088 |
Why, there's more gold.
But, sirrah, mark, we use
To say the dead are well: bring it to that,
The gold I give thee will I melt and pour
Down thy ill-uttering throat.
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Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 5] |
Cleopatra |
1113 |
I do not like 'But yet,' it does allay
The good precedence; fie upon 'But yet'!
'But yet' is as a gaoler to bring forth
Some monstrous malefactor. Prithee, friend,
Pour out the pack of matter to mine ear,
The good and bad together: he's friends with Caesar:
In state of health thou say'st; and thou say'st free.
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7 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 5] |
Messenger |
1136 |
Gracious madam,
I that do bring the news made not the match.
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8 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 5] |
Cleopatra |
1156 |
I will not hurt him.
[Exit CHARMIAN]
These hands do lack nobility, that they strike
A meaner than myself; since I myself
Have given myself the cause.
[Re-enter CHARMIAN and Messenger]
Come hither, sir.
Though it be honest, it is never good
To bring bad news: give to a gracious message.
An host of tongues; but let ill tidings tell
Themselves when they be felt.
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9 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 5] |
Cleopatra |
1193 |
I am paid for't now.
Lead me from hence:
I faint: O Iras, Charmian! 'tis no matter.
Go to the fellow, good Alexas; bid him
Report the feature of Octavia, her years,
Her inclination, let him not leave out
The colour of her hair: bring me word quickly.
[Exit ALEXAS]
Let him for ever go:—let him not—Charmian,
Though he be painted one way like a Gorgon,
The other way's a Mars. Bid you Alexas
[To MARDIAN]
Bring me word how tall she is. Pity me, Charmian,
But do not speak to me. Lead me to my chamber.
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10 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[III, 2] |
Antony |
1644 |
The April 's in her eyes: it is love's spring,
And these the showers to bring it on. Be cheerful.
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11 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[III, 3] |
Cleopatra |
1746 |
I have one thing more to ask him yet, good Charmian:
But 'tis no matter; thou shalt bring him to me
Where I will write. All may be well enough.
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12 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[III, 5] |
Domitius Enobarus |
1817 |
'Twill be naught:
But let it be. Bring me to Antony.
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13 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[III, 12] |
Octavius |
2227 |
Bring him through the bands.
[Exit EUPHRONIUS]
[To THYREUS] To try eloquence, now 'tis time: dispatch;]
From Antony win Cleopatra: promise,
And in our name, what she requires; add more,
From thine invention, offers: women are not
In their best fortunes strong; but want will perjure
The ne'er touch'd vestal: try thy cunning, Thyreus;
Make thine own edict for thy pains, which we
Will answer as a law.
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14 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[III, 13] |
Antony |
2378 |
Tug him away: being whipp'd,
Bring him again: this Jack of Caesar's shall
Bear us an errand to him.
[Exeunt Attendants with THYREUS]
You were half blasted ere I knew you: ha!
Have I my pillow left unpress'd in Rome,
Forborne the getting of a lawful race,
And by a gem of women, to be abused
By one that looks on feeders?
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15 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[IV, 4] |
Antony |
2656 |
'Tis well blown, lads:
This morning, like the spirit of a youth
That means to be of note, begins betimes.
So, so; come, give me that: this way; well said.
Fare thee well, dame, whate'er becomes of me:
This is a soldier's kiss: rebukeable
[Kisses her]
And worthy shameful cheque it were, to stand
On more mechanic compliment; I'll leave thee
Now, like a man of steel. You that will fight,
Follow me close; I'll bring you to't. Adieu.
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16 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[IV, 12] |
Antony |
2899 |
Yet they are not join'd: where yond pine
does stand,
I shall discover all: I'll bring thee word
Straight, how 'tis like to go.
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17 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[IV, 13] |
Cleopatra |
2969 |
To the monument!
Mardian, go tell him I have slain myself;
Say, that the last I spoke was 'Antony,'
And word it, prithee, piteously: hence, Mardian,
And bring me how he takes my death.
To the monument!
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18 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[V, 1] |
Octavius |
3353 |
Come hither, Proculeius. Go and say,
We purpose her no shame: give her what comforts
The quality of her passion shall require,
Lest, in her greatness, by some mortal stroke
She do defeat us; for her life in Rome
Would be eternal in our triumph: go,
And with your speediest bring us what she says,
And how you find of her.
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Antony and Cleopatra
[V, 2] |
Cleopatra |
3669 |
Why, that's the way
To fool their preparation, and to conquer
Their most absurd intents.
[Re-enter CHARMIAN]
Now, Charmian!
Show me, my women, like a queen: go fetch
My best attires: I am again for Cydnus,
To meet Mark Antony: sirrah Iras, go.
Now, noble Charmian, we'll dispatch indeed;
And, when thou hast done this chare, I'll give thee leave
To play till doomsday. Bring our crown and all.
Wherefore's this noise?
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