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Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 3] |
Antony |
373 |
Quarrel no more, but be prepared to know
The purposes I bear; which are, or cease,
As you shall give the advice. By the fire
That quickens Nilus' slime, I go from hence
Thy soldier, servant; making peace or war
As thou affect'st.
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2 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 3] |
Antony |
417 |
Let us go. Come;
Our separation so abides, and flies,
That thou, residing here, go'st yet with me,
And I, hence fleeting, here remain with thee. Away!
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3 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 4] |
Octavius |
485 |
Antony,
Leave thy lascivious wassails. When thou once
Wast beaten from Modena, where thou slew'st
Hirtius and Pansa, consuls, at thy heel
Did famine follow; whom thou fought'st against,
Though daintily brought up, with patience more
Than savages could suffer: thou didst drink
The stale of horses, and the gilded puddle
Which beasts would cough at: thy palate then did deign
The roughest berry on the rudest hedge;
Yea, like the stag, when snow the pasture sheets,
The barks of trees thou browsed'st; on the Alps
It is reported thou didst eat strange flesh,
Which some did die to look on: and all this—
It wounds thine honour that I speak it now—
Was borne so like a soldier, that thy cheek
So much as lank'd not.
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4 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 5] |
Cleopatra |
543 |
O Charmian,
Where think'st thou he is now? Stands he, or sits he?
Or does he walk? or is he on his horse?
O happy horse, to bear the weight of Antony!
Do bravely, horse! for wot'st thou whom thou movest?
The demi-Atlas of this earth, the arm
And burgonet of men. He's speaking now,
Or murmuring 'Where's my serpent of old Nile?'
For so he calls me: now I feed myself
With most delicious poison. Think on me,
That am with Phoebus' amorous pinches black,
And wrinkled deep in time? Broad-fronted Caesar,
When thou wast here above the ground, I was
A morsel for a monarch: and great Pompey
Would stand and make his eyes grow in my brow;
There would he anchor his aspect and die
With looking on his life.
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5 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 5] |
Cleopatra |
582 |
O well-divided disposition! Note him,
Note him good Charmian, 'tis the man; but note him:
He was not sad, for he would shine on those
That make their looks by his; he was not merry,
Which seem'd to tell them his remembrance lay
In Egypt with his joy; but between both:
O heavenly mingle! Be'st thou sad or merry,
The violence of either thee becomes,
So does it no man else. Met'st thou my posts?
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6 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 5] |
Cleopatra |
1082 |
Antonius dead!—If thou say so, villain,
Thou kill'st thy mistress: but well and free,
If thou so yield him, there is gold, and here
My bluest veins to kiss; a hand that kings
Have lipp'd, and trembled kissing.
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Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 5] |
Cleopatra |
1101 |
I have a mind to strike thee ere thou speak'st:
Yet if thou say Antony lives, is well,
Or friends with Caesar, or not captive to him,
I'll set thee in a shower of gold, and hail
Rich pearls upon thee.
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8 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 5] |
Cleopatra |
1113 |
I do not like 'But yet,' it does allay
The good precedence; fie upon 'But yet'!
'But yet' is as a gaoler to bring forth
Some monstrous malefactor. Prithee, friend,
Pour out the pack of matter to mine ear,
The good and bad together: he's friends with Caesar:
In state of health thou say'st; and thou say'st free.
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9 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 6] |
Antony |
1238 |
Thou canst not fear us, Pompey, with thy sails;
We'll speak with thee at sea: at land, thou know'st
How much we do o'er-count thee.
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10 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 7] |
Pompey |
1447 |
What say'st thou?
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11 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 7] |
Domitius Enobarus |
1483 |
A' bears the third part of the world, man; see'st
not?
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12 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[III, 3] |
Cleopatra |
1726 |
Bear'st thou her face in mind? is't long or round?
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13 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[III, 6] |
Octavius |
1932 |
Most certain. Sister, welcome: pray you,
Be ever known to patience: my dear'st sister!
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14 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[III, 7] |
Cleopatra |
1938 |
Thou hast forspoke my being in these wars,
And say'st it is not fit.
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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, 12] |
Octavius |
2238 |
Observe how Antony becomes his flaw,
And what thou think'st his very action speaks
In every power that moves.
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17 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[III, 13] |
Thyreus |
2309 |
So.
Thus then, thou most renown'd: Caesar entreats,
Not to consider in what case thou stand'st,
Further than he is Caesar.
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18 |
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, 5] |
Antony |
2688 |
What say'st thou?
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20 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[IV, 6] |
Domitius Enobarus |
2742 |
I am alone the villain of the earth,
And feel I am so most. O Antony,
Thou mine of bounty, how wouldst thou have paid
My better service, when my turpitude
Thou dost so crown with gold! This blows my heart:
If swift thought break it not, a swifter mean
Shall outstrike thought: but thought will do't, I feel.
I fight against thee! No: I will go seek
Some ditch wherein to die; the foul'st best fits
My latter part of life.
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