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Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 2] |
Iras |
133 |
Am I not an inch of fortune better than she?
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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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3 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 2] |
Antony |
208 |
Where died she?
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Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 2] |
Domitius Enobarus |
231 |
Under a compelling occasion, let women die; it were
pity to cast them away for nothing; though, between
them and a great cause, they should be esteemed
nothing. Cleopatra, catching but the least noise of
this, dies instantly; I have seen her die twenty
times upon far poorer moment: I do think there is
mettle in death, which commits some loving act upon
her, she hath such a celerity in dying.
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5 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 2] |
Antony |
239 |
She is cunning past man's thought.
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6 |
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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7 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 2] |
Antony |
266 |
The business she hath broached in the state
Cannot endure my absence.
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8 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 3] |
Cleopatra |
320 |
I know, by that same eye, there's some good news.
What says the married woman? You may go:
Would she had never given you leave to come!
Let her not say 'tis I that keep you here:
I have no power upon you; hers you are.
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Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 3] |
Antony |
365 |
She's dead, my queen:
Look here, and at thy sovereign leisure read
The garboils she awaked; at the last, best:
See when and where she died.
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10 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 2] |
Domitius Enobarus |
910 |
When she first met Mark Antony, she pursed up
his heart, upon the river of Cydnus.
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11 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 2] |
Agrippa |
912 |
There she appeared indeed; or my reporter devised
well for her.
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Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 2] |
Domitius Enobarus |
914 |
I will tell you.
The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne,
Burn'd on the water: the poop was beaten gold;
Purple the sails, and so perfumed that
The winds were love-sick with them; the oars were silver,
Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made
The water which they beat to follow faster,
As amorous of their strokes. For her own person,
It beggar'd all description: she did lie
In her pavilion—cloth-of-gold of tissue—
O'er-picturing that Venus where we see
The fancy outwork nature: on each side her
Stood pretty dimpled boys, like smiling Cupids,
With divers-colour'd fans, whose wind did seem
To glow the delicate cheeks which they did cool,
And what they undid did.
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13 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 2] |
Domitius Enobarus |
945 |
Upon her landing, Antony sent to her,
Invited her to supper: she replied,
It should be better he became her guest;
Which she entreated: our courteous Antony,
Whom ne'er the word of 'No' woman heard speak,
Being barber'd ten times o'er, goes to the feast,
And for his ordinary pays his heart
For what his eyes eat only.
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14 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 2] |
Agrippa |
953 |
Royal wench!
She made great Caesar lay his sword to bed:
He plough'd her, and she cropp'd.
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15 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 2] |
Domitius Enobarus |
956 |
I saw her once
Hop forty paces through the public street;
And having lost her breath, she spoke, and panted,
That she did make defect perfection,
And, breathless, power breathe forth.
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Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 2] |
Domitius Enobarus |
962 |
Never; he will not:
Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale
Her infinite variety: other women cloy
The appetites they feed: but she makes hungry
Where most she satisfies; for vilest things
Become themselves in her: that the holy priests
Bless her when she is riggish.
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17 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 5] |
Cleopatra |
1129 |
What say you? Hence,
[Strikes him again]
Horrible villain! or I'll spurn thine eyes
Like balls before me; I'll unhair thy head:
[She hales him up and down]
Thou shalt be whipp'd with wire, and stew'd in brine,
Smarting in lingering pickle.
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18 |
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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Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 6] |
Pompey |
1278 |
Well, I know not
What counts harsh fortune casts upon my face;
But in my bosom shall she never come,
To make my heart her vassal.
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20 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 6] |
Menas |
1345 |
True, sir; she was the wife of Caius Marcellus.
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