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Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 2] |
Mecaenas |
806 |
If it might please you, to enforce no further
The griefs between ye: to forget them quite
Were to remember that the present need
Speaks to atone you.
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2 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 5] |
Messenger |
1100 |
Will't please you hear me?
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3 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[III, 13] |
Domitius Enobarus |
2305 |
He needs as many, sir, as Caesar has;
Or needs not us. If Caesar please, our master
Will leap to be his friend: for us, you know,
Whose he is we are, and that is, Caesar's.
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4 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[III, 13] |
Thyreus |
2328 |
Shall I say to Caesar
What you require of him? for he partly begs
To be desired to give. It much would please him,
That of his fortunes you should make a staff
To lean upon: but it would warm his spirits,
To hear from me you had left Antony,
And put yourself under his shrowd,
The universal landlord.
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5 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[IV, 4] |
Antony |
2636 |
Rarely, rarely:
He that unbuckles this, till we do please
To daff't for our repose, shall hear a storm.
Thou fumblest, Eros; and my queen's a squire
More tight at this than thou: dispatch. O love,
That thou couldst see my wars to-day, and knew'st
The royal occupation! thou shouldst see
A workman in't.
[Enter an armed Soldier]
Good morrow to thee; welcome:
Thou look'st like him that knows a warlike charge:
To business that we love we rise betime,
And go to't with delight.
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Antony and Cleopatra
[IV, 4] |
Charmian |
2668 |
Please you, retire to your chamber.
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7 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[IV, 10] |
Antony |
2881 |
Their preparation is to-day by sea;
We please them not by land.
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Antony and Cleopatra
[IV, 14] |
Antony |
3154 |
Nay, good my fellows, do not please sharp fate
To grace it with your sorrows: bid that welcome
Which comes to punish us, and we punish it
Seeming to bear it lightly. Take me up:
I have led you oft: carry me now, good friends,
And have my thanks for all.
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Antony and Cleopatra
[IV, 15] |
Antony |
3227 |
The miserable change now at my end
Lament nor sorrow at; but please your thoughts
In feeding them with those my former fortunes
Wherein I lived, the greatest prince o' the world,
The noblest; and do now not basely die,
Not cowardly put off my helmet to
My countryman,—a Roman by a Roman
Valiantly vanquish'd. Now my spirit is going;
I can no more.
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10 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[V, 1] |
Dercetas |
3286 |
I am call'd Dercetas;
Mark Antony I served, who best was worthy
Best to be served: whilst he stood up and spoke,
He was my master; and I wore my life
To spend upon his haters. If thou please
To take me to thee, as I was to him
I'll be to Caesar; if thou pleasest not,
I yield thee up my life.
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Antony and Cleopatra
[V, 2] |
Cleopatra |
3392 |
Antony
Did tell me of you, bade me trust you; but
I do not greatly care to be deceived,
That have no use for trusting. If your master
Would have a queen his beggar, you must tell him,
That majesty, to keep decorum, must
No less beg than a kingdom: if he please
To give me conquer'd Egypt for my son,
He gives me so much of mine own, as I
Will kneel to him with thanks.
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Antony and Cleopatra
[V, 2] |
Proculeius |
3467 |
So, Dolabella,
It shall content me best: be gentle to her.
[To CLEOPATRA]
To Caesar I will speak what you shall please,
If you'll employ me to him.
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Antony and Cleopatra
[V, 2] |
Dolabella |
3484 |
If it might please ye,—
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Antony and Cleopatra
[V, 2] |
Cleopatra |
3555 |
And may, through all the world: 'tis yours; and we,
Your scutcheons and your signs of conquest, shall
Hang in what place you please. Here, my good lord.
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