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1

Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 1]

Cleopatra

32

Perchance! nay, and most like:
You must not stay here longer, your dismission
Is come from Caesar; therefore hear it, Antony.
Where's Fulvia's process? Caesar's I would say? both?
Call in the messengers. As I am Egypt's queen,
Thou blushest, Antony; and that blood of thine
Is Caesar's homager: else so thy cheek pays shame
When shrill-tongued Fulvia scolds. The messengers!

2

Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 1]

Antony

40

Let Rome in Tiber melt, and the wide arch
Of the ranged empire fall! Here is my space.
Kingdoms are clay: our dungy earth alike
Feeds beast as man: the nobleness of life
Is to do thus; when such a mutual pair
[Embracing]
And such a twain can do't, in which I bind,
On pain of punishment, the world to weet
We stand up peerless.

3

Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 1]

Cleopatra

49

Excellent falsehood!
Why did he marry Fulvia, and not love her?
I'll seem the fool I am not; Antony
Will be himself.

4

Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 1]

Demetrius

73

I am full sorry
That he approves the common liar, who
Thus speaks of him at Rome: but I will hope
Of better deeds to-morrow. Rest you happy!

5

Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 2]

Charmian

79

Lord Alexas, sweet Alexas, most any thing Alexas,
almost most absolute Alexas, where's the soothsayer
that you praised so to the queen? O, that I knew
this husband, which, you say, must charge his horns
with garlands!

6

Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 2]

Soothsayer

87

In nature's infinite book of secrecy
A little I can read.

7

Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 2]

Soothsayer

94

I make not, but foresee.

8

Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 2]

Charmian

103

I had rather heat my liver with drinking.

9

Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 2]

Charmian

111

O excellent! I love long life better than figs.

10

Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 2]

Charmian

114

Then belike my children shall have no names:
prithee, how many boys and wenches must I have?

11

Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 2]

Charmian

118

Out, fool! I forgive thee for a witch.

12

Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 2]

Charmian

127

Nay, if an oily palm be not a fruitful
prognostication, I cannot scratch mine ear. Prithee,
tell her but a worky-day fortune.

13

Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 2]

Soothsayer

132

I have said.

14

Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 2]

Iras

133

Am I not an inch of fortune better than she?

15

Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 2]

Charmian

134

Well, if you were but an inch of fortune better than
I, where would you choose it?

16

Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 2]

Charmian

137

Our worser thoughts heavens mend! Alexas,—come,
his fortune, his fortune! O, let him marry a woman
that cannot go, sweet Isis, I beseech thee! and let
her die too, and give him a worse! and let worst
follow worse, till the worst of all follow him
laughing to his grave, fifty-fold a cuckold! Good
Isis, hear me this prayer, though thou deny me a
matter of more weight; good Isis, I beseech thee!

17

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.

18

Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 2]

Antony

202

Let him appear.
These strong Egyptian fetters I must break,
Or lose myself in dotage.
[Enter another Messenger]
What are you?

19

Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 2]

Antony

213

Forbear me.
[Exit Second Messenger]
There's a great spirit gone! Thus did I desire it:
What our contempt doth often hurl from us,
We wish it ours again; the present pleasure,
By revolution lowering, does become
The opposite of itself: she's good, being gone;
The hand could pluck her back that shoved her on.
I must from this enchanting queen break off:
Ten thousand harms, more than the ills I know,
My idleness doth hatch. How now! Enobarbus!

20

Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 2]

Antony

226

I must with haste from hence.