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Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 2] |
Domitius Enobarus |
256 |
Why, sir, give the gods a thankful sacrifice. When
it pleaseth their deities to take the wife of a man
from him, it shows to man the tailors of the earth;
comforting therein, that when old robes are worn
out, there are members to make new. If there were
no more women but Fulvia, then had you indeed a cut,
and the case to be lamented: this grief is crowned
with consolation; your old smock brings forth a new
petticoat: and indeed the tears live in an onion
that should water this sorrow.
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2 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 3] |
Antony |
325 |
The gods best know,—
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3 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 3] |
Cleopatra |
330 |
Why should I think you can be mine and true,
Though you in swearing shake the throned gods,
Who have been false to Fulvia? Riotous madness,
To be entangled with those mouth-made vows,
Which break themselves in swearing!
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4 |
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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5 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 1] |
Pompey |
616 |
If the great gods be just, they shall assist
The deeds of justest men.
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6 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 1] |
Pompey |
667 |
I know not, Menas,
How lesser enmities may give way to greater.
Were't not that we stand up against them all,
'Twere pregnant they should square between
themselves;
For they have entertained cause enough
To draw their swords: but how the fear of us
May cement their divisions and bind up
The petty difference, we yet not know.
Be't as our gods will have't! It only stands
Our lives upon to use our strongest hands.
Come, Menas.
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7 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 3] |
Octavia |
981 |
All which time
Before the gods my knee shall bow my prayers
To them for you.
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8 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 5] |
Cleopatra |
1172 |
The gods confound thee! dost thou hold there still?
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9 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 6] |
Pompey |
1221 |
To you all three,
The senators alone of this great world,
Chief factors for the gods, I do not know
Wherefore my father should revengers want,
Having a son and friends; since Julius Caesar,
Who at Philippi the good Brutus ghosted,
There saw you labouring for him. What was't
That moved pale Cassius to conspire; and what
Made the all-honour'd, honest Roman, Brutus,
With the arm'd rest, courtiers and beauteous freedom,
To drench the Capitol; but that they would
Have one man but a man? And that is it
Hath made me rig my navy; at whose burthen
The anger'd ocean foams; with which I meant
To scourge the ingratitude that despiteful Rome
Cast on my noble father.
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10 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[III, 2] |
Antony |
1635 |
You shall not find,
Though you be therein curious, the least cause
For what you seem to fear: so, the gods keep you,
And make the hearts of Romans serve your ends!
We will here part.
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11 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[III, 2] |
Antony |
1670 |
Come, sir, come;
I'll wrestle with you in my strength of love:
Look, here I have you; thus I let you go,
And give you to the gods.
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12 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[III, 4] |
Octavia |
1762 |
O my good lord,
Believe not all; or, if you must believe,
Stomach not all. A more unhappy lady,
If this division chance, ne'er stood between,
Praying for both parts:
The good gods me presently,
When I shall pray, 'O bless my lord and husband!'
Undo that prayer, by crying out as loud,
'O, bless my brother!' Husband win, win brother,
Prays, and destroys the prayer; no midway
'Twixt these extremes at all.
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13 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[III, 6] |
Octavius |
1911 |
Welcome hither:
Your letters did withhold our breaking forth;
Till we perceived, both how you were wrong led,
And we in negligent danger. Cheer your heart;
Be you not troubled with the time, which drives
O'er your content these strong necessities;
But let determined things to destiny
Hold unbewail'd their way. Welcome to Rome;
Nothing more dear to me. You are abused
Beyond the mark of thought: and the high gods,
To do you justice, make them ministers
Of us and those that love you. Best of comfort;
And ever welcome to us.
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14 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[III, 10] |
Scarus |
2067 |
Gods and goddesses,
All the whole synod of them!
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15 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[III, 11] |
Antony |
2173 |
Egypt, thou knew'st too well
My heart was to thy rudder tied by the strings,
And thou shouldst tow me after: o'er my spirit
Thy full supremacy thou knew'st, and that
Thy beck might from the bidding of the gods
Command me.
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16 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[III, 13] |
Antony |
2360 |
Approach, there! Ah, you kite! Now, gods
and devils!
Authority melts from me: of late, when I cried 'Ho!'
Like boys unto a muss, kings would start forth,
And cry 'Your will?' Have you no ears? I am
Antony yet.
[Enter Attendants]
Take hence this Jack, and whip him.
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17 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[III, 13] |
Antony |
2388 |
You have been a boggler ever:
But when we in our viciousness grow hard—
O misery on't!—the wise gods seel our eyes;
In our own filth drop our clear judgments; make us
Adore our errors; laugh at's, while we strut
To our confusion.
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18 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[IV, 2] |
All |
2544 |
The gods forbid!
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19 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[IV, 2] |
Antony |
2551 |
Tend me to-night;
May be it is the period of your duty:
Haply you shall not see me more; or if,
A mangled shadow: perchance to-morrow
You'll serve another master. I look on you
As one that takes his leave. Mine honest friends,
I turn you not away; but, like a master
Married to your good service, stay till death:
Tend me to-night two hours, I ask no more,
And the gods yield you for't!
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Antony and Cleopatra
[IV, 5] |
Soldier |
2676 |
The gods make this a happy day to Antony!
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