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Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 2] |
Antony |
199 |
From Sicyon, ho, the news! Speak there!
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Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 2] |
First Attendant |
200 |
The man from Sicyon,—is there such an one?
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3 |
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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4 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 2] |
Domitius Enobarus |
256 |
Why, sir, give the gods a thankful sacrifice. When
it pleaseth their deities to take the wife of a man
from him, it shows to man the tailors of the earth;
comforting therein, that when old robes are worn
out, there are members to make new. If there were
no more women but Fulvia, then had you indeed a cut,
and the case to be lamented: this grief is crowned
with consolation; your old smock brings forth a new
petticoat: and indeed the tears live in an onion
that should water this sorrow.
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5 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 3] |
Cleopatra |
326 |
O, never was there queen
So mightily betray'd! yet at the first
I saw the treasons planted.
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6 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 3] |
Cleopatra |
345 |
I would I had thy inches; thou shouldst know
There were a heart in Egypt.
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7 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 4] |
Octavius |
424 |
You may see, Lepidus, and henceforth know,
It is not Caesar's natural vice to hate
Our great competitor: from Alexandria
This is the news: he fishes, drinks, and wastes
The lamps of night in revel; is not more man-like
Than Cleopatra; nor the queen of Ptolemy
More womanly than he; hardly gave audience, or
Vouchsafed to think he had partners: you shall find there
A man who is the abstract of all faults
That all men follow.
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8 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 4] |
Lepidus |
434 |
I must not think there are
Evils enow to darken all his goodness:
His faults in him seem as the spots of heaven,
More fiery by night's blackness; hereditary,
Rather than purchased; what he cannot change,
Than what he chooses.
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9 |
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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10 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 2] |
Octavius |
734 |
No more than my residing here at Rome
Might be to you in Egypt: yet, if you there
Did practise on my state, your being in Egypt
Might be my question.
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11 |
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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12 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 2] |
Mecaenas |
904 |
Eight wild-boars roasted whole at a breakfast, and
but twelve persons there; is this true?
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13 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 2] |
Agrippa |
912 |
There she appeared indeed; or my reporter devised
well for her.
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14 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 5] |
Cleopatra |
1058 |
And when good will is show'd, though't come
too short,
The actor may plead pardon. I'll none now:
Give me mine angle; we'll to the river: there,
My music playing far off, I will betray
Tawny-finn'd fishes; my bended hook shall pierce
Their slimy jaws; and, as I draw them up,
I'll think them every one an Antony,
And say 'Ah, ha! you're caught.'
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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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16 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 5] |
Cleopatra |
1172 |
The gods confound thee! dost thou hold there still?
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17 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 6] |
Pompey |
1221 |
To you all three,
The senators alone of this great world,
Chief factors for the gods, I do not know
Wherefore my father should revengers want,
Having a son and friends; since Julius Caesar,
Who at Philippi the good Brutus ghosted,
There saw you labouring for him. What was't
That moved pale Cassius to conspire; and what
Made the all-honour'd, honest Roman, Brutus,
With the arm'd rest, courtiers and beauteous freedom,
To drench the Capitol; but that they would
Have one man but a man? And that is it
Hath made me rig my navy; at whose burthen
The anger'd ocean foams; with which I meant
To scourge the ingratitude that despiteful Rome
Cast on my noble father.
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18 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 6] |
Octavius |
1276 |
Since I saw you last,
There is a change upon you.
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19 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 6] |
Pompey |
1290 |
No, Antony, take the lot: but, first
Or last, your fine Egyptian cookery
Shall have the fame. I have heard that Julius Caesar
Grew fat with feasting there.
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Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 6] |
Domitius Enobarus |
1332 |
There I deny my land service. But give me your
hand, Menas: if our eyes had authority, here they
might take two thieves kissing.
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