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Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 1] |
Cleopatra |
18 |
If it be love indeed, tell me how much.
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2 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 1] |
Antony |
19 |
There's beggary in the love that can be reckon'd.
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3 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 1] |
Antony |
31 |
How, my love!
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4 |
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.
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5 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 1] |
Antony |
53 |
But stirr'd by Cleopatra.
Now, for the love of Love and her soft hours,
Let's not confound the time with conference harsh:
There's not a minute of our lives should stretch
Without some pleasure now. What sport tonight?
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6 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 2] |
Charmian |
111 |
O excellent! I love long life better than figs.
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7 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 2] |
Domitius Enobarus |
241 |
Alack, sir, no; her passions are made of nothing but
the finest part of pure love: we cannot call her
winds and waters sighs and tears; they are greater
storms and tempests than almanacs can report: this
cannot be cunning in her; if it be, she makes a
shower of rain as well as Jove.
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8 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 2] |
Antony |
271 |
No more light answers. Let our officers
Have notice what we purpose. I shall break
The cause of our expedience to the queen,
And get her leave to part. For not alone
The death of Fulvia, with more urgent touches,
Do strongly speak to us; but the letters too
Of many our contriving friends in Rome
Petition us at home: Sextus Pompeius
Hath given the dare to Caesar, and commands
The empire of the sea: our slippery people,
Whose love is never link'd to the deserver
Till his deserts are past, begin to throw
Pompey the Great and all his dignities
Upon his son; who, high in name and power,
Higher than both in blood and life, stands up
For the main soldier: whose quality, going on,
The sides o' the world may danger: much is breeding,
Which, like the courser's hair, hath yet but life,
And not a serpent's poison. Say, our pleasure,
To such whose place is under us, requires
Our quick remove from hence.
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9 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 3] |
Charmian |
302 |
Madam, methinks, if you did love him dearly,
You do not hold the method to enforce
The like from him.
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10 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 3] |
Antony |
347 |
Hear me, queen:
The strong necessity of time commands
Our services awhile; but my full heart
Remains in use with you. Our Italy
Shines o'er with civil swords: Sextus Pompeius
Makes his approaches to the port of Rome:
Equality of two domestic powers
Breed scrupulous faction: the hated, grown to strength,
Are newly grown to love: the condemn'd Pompey,
Rich in his father's honour, creeps apace,
Into the hearts of such as have not thrived
Upon the present state, whose numbers threaten;
And quietness, grown sick of rest, would purge
By any desperate change: my more particular,
And that which most with you should safe my going,
Is Fulvia's death.
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11 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 3] |
Cleopatra |
369 |
O most false love!
Where be the sacred vials thou shouldst fill
With sorrowful water? Now I see, I see,
In Fulvia's death, how mine received shall be.
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12 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 3] |
Antony |
382 |
My precious queen, forbear;
And give true evidence to his love, which stands
An honourable trial.
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13 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 4] |
Octavius |
468 |
I should have known no less.
It hath been taught us from the primal state,
That he which is was wish'd until he were;
And the ebb'd man, ne'er loved till ne'er worth love,
Comes dear'd by being lack'd. This common body,
Like to a vagabond flag upon the stream,
Goes to and back, lackeying the varying tide,
To rot itself with motion.
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14 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 5] |
Cleopatra |
593 |
Who's born that day
When I forget to send to Antony,
Shall die a beggar. Ink and paper, Charmian.
Welcome, my good Alexas. Did I, Charmian,
Ever love Caesar so?
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15 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 1] |
Pompey |
626 |
I shall do well:
The people love me, and the sea is mine;
My powers are crescent, and my auguring hope
Says it will come to the full. Mark Antony
In Egypt sits at dinner, and will make
No wars without doors: Caesar gets money where
He loses hearts: Lepidus flatters both,
Of both is flatter'd; but he neither loves,
Nor either cares for him.
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16 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 1] |
Pompey |
639 |
He dreams: I know they are in Rome together,
Looking for Antony. But all the charms of love,
Salt Cleopatra, soften thy waned lip!
Let witchcraft join with beauty, lust with both!
Tie up the libertine in a field of feasts,
Keep his brain fuming; Epicurean cooks
Sharpen with cloyless sauce his appetite;
That sleep and feeding may prorogue his honour
Even till a Lethe'd dulness!
[Enter VARRIUS]
How now, Varrius!
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17 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 2] |
Domitius Enobarus |
811 |
Or, if you borrow one another's love for the
instant, you may, when you hear no more words of
Pompey, return it again: you shall have time to
wrangle in when you have nothing else to do.
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18 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 2] |
Agrippa |
835 |
To hold you in perpetual amity,
To make you brothers, and to knit your hearts
With an unslipping knot, take Antony
Octavia to his wife; whose beauty claims
No worse a husband than the best of men;
Whose virtue and whose general graces speak
That which none else can utter. By this marriage,
All little jealousies, which now seem great,
And all great fears, which now import their dangers,
Would then be nothing: truths would be tales,
Where now half tales be truths: her love to both
Would, each to other and all loves to both,
Draw after her. Pardon what I have spoke;
For 'tis a studied, not a present thought,
By duty ruminated.
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19 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 2] |
Octavius |
864 |
There is my hand.
A sister I bequeath you, whom no brother
Did ever love so dearly: let her live
To join our kingdoms and our hearts; and never
Fly off our loves again!
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20 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 5] |
Cleopatra |
1049 |
Give me some music; music, moody food
Of us that trade in love.
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