Speeches (Lines) for Domitius Enobarus
in "Antony and Cleopatra"

Total: 113

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1

I,2,91

Bring in the banquet quickly; wine enough
Cleopatra's health to drink.

2

I,2,122

Mine, and most of our fortunes, to-night, shall
be—drunk to bed.

3

I,2,154

Hush! here comes Antony.

4

I,2,158

No, lady.

5

I,2,163

Madam?

6

I,2,225

What's your pleasure, sir?

7

I,2,227

Why, then, we kill all our women:
we see how mortal an unkindness is to them;
if they suffer our departure, death's the word.

8

I,2,231

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.

9

I,2,241

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.

10

I,2,248

O, sir, you had then left unseen a wonderful piece
of work; which not to have been blest withal would
have discredited your travel.

11

I,2,252

Sir?

12

I,2,254

Fulvia!

13

I,2,256

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.

14

I,2,268

And the business you have broached here cannot be
without you; especially that of Cleopatra's, which
wholly depends on your abode.

15

I,2,292

I shall do't.

16

II,2,684

I shall entreat him
To answer like himself: if Caesar move him,
Let Antony look over Caesar's head
And speak as loud as Mars. By Jupiter,
Were I the wearer of Antonius' beard,
I would not shave't to-day.

17

II,2,692

Every time
Serves for the matter that is then born in't.

18

II,2,695

Not if the small come first.

19

II,2,700

And yonder, Caesar.

20

II,2,765

Would we had all such wives, that the men might go
to wars with the women!

21

II,2,811

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.

22

II,2,816

That truth should be silent I had almost forgot.

23

II,2,818

Go to, then; your considerate stone.

24

II,2,897

Half the heart of Caesar, worthy Mecaenas! My
honourable friend, Agrippa!

25

II,2,902

Ay, sir; we did sleep day out of countenance, and
made the night light with drinking.

26

II,2,906

This was but as a fly by an eagle: we had much more
monstrous matter of feast, which worthily deserved noting.

27

II,2,910

When she first met Mark Antony, she pursed up
his heart, upon the river of Cydnus.

28

II,2,914

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.

29

II,2,931

Her gentlewomen, like the Nereides,
So many mermaids, tended her i' the eyes,
And made their bends adornings: at the helm
A seeming mermaid steers: the silken tackle
Swell with the touches of those flower-soft hands,
That yarely frame the office. From the barge
A strange invisible perfume hits the sense
Of the adjacent wharfs. The city cast
Her people out upon her; and Antony,
Enthroned i' the market-place, did sit alone,
Whistling to the air; which, but for vacancy,
Had gone to gaze on Cleopatra too,
And made a gap in nature.

30

II,2,945

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.

31

II,2,956

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.

32

II,2,962

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.

33

II,2,975

Humbly, sir, I thank you.

34

II,6,1299

No more of that: he did so.

35

II,6,1301

A certain queen to Caesar in a mattress.

36

II,6,1303

Well;
And well am like to do; for, I perceive,
Four feasts are toward.

37

II,6,1309

Sir,
I never loved you much; but I ha' praised ye,
When you have well deserved ten times as much
As I have said you did.

38

II,6,1322

At sea, I think.

39

II,6,1324

You have done well by water.

40

II,6,1326

I will praise any man that will praise me; though it
cannot be denied what I have done by land.

41

II,6,1329

Yes, something you can deny for your own
safety: you have been a great thief by sea.

42

II,6,1332

There I deny my land service. But give me your
hand, Menas: if our eyes had authority, here they
might take two thieves kissing.

43

II,6,1336

But there is never a fair woman has a true face.

44

II,6,1338

We came hither to fight with you.

45

II,6,1341

If he do, sure, he cannot weep't back again.

46

II,6,1344

Caesar's sister is called Octavia.

47

II,6,1346

But she is now the wife of Marcus Antonius.

48

II,6,1348

'Tis true.

49

II,6,1350

If I were bound to divine of this unity, I would
not prophesy so.

50

II,6,1354

I think so too. But you shall find, the band that
seems to tie their friendship together will be the
very strangler of their amity: Octavia is of a
holy, cold, and still conversation.

51

II,6,1359

Not he that himself is not so; which is Mark Antony.
He will to his Egyptian dish again: then shall the
sighs of Octavia blow the fire up in Caesar; and, as
I said before, that which is the strength of their
amity shall prove the immediate author of their
variance. Antony will use his affection where it is:
he married but his occasion here.

52

II,6,1368

I shall take it, sir: we have used our throats in Egypt.

53

II,7,1407

Not till you have slept; I fear me you'll be in till then.

54

II,7,1477

Here's to thee, Menas!

55

II,7,1480

There's a strong fellow, Menas.

56

II,7,1483

A' bears the third part of the world, man; see'st
not?

57

II,7,1487

Drink thou; increase the reels.

58

II,7,1499

Ha, my brave emperor!
[To MARK ANTONY]
Shall we dance now the Egyptian Bacchanals,
And celebrate our drink?

59

II,7,1507

All take hands.
Make battery to our ears with the loud music:
The while I'll place you: then the boy shall sing;
The holding every man shall bear as loud
As his strong sides can volley.
[Music plays. DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS places them]
hand in hand]
THE SONG.
Come, thou monarch of the vine,
Plumpy Bacchus with pink eyne!
In thy fats our cares be drown'd,
With thy grapes our hairs be crown'd:
Cup us, till the world go round,
Cup us, till the world go round!

60

II,7,1534

Take heed you fall not.
[Exeunt all but DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS and MENAS]
Menas, I'll not on shore.

61

II,7,1542

Ho! says a' There's my cap.

62

III,2,1594

They have dispatch'd with Pompey, he is gone;
The other three are sealing. Octavia weeps
To part from Rome; Caesar is sad; and Lepidus,
Since Pompey's feast, as Menas says, is troubled
With the green sickness.

63

III,2,1600

A very fine one: O, how he loves Caesar!

64

III,2,1602

Caesar? Why, he's the Jupiter of men.

65

III,2,1604

Spake you of Caesar? How! the non-pareil!

66

III,2,1606

Would you praise Caesar, say 'Caesar:' go no further.

67

III,2,1608

But he loves Caesar best; yet he loves Antony:
Ho! hearts, tongues, figures, scribes, bards,
poets, cannot
Think, speak, cast, write, sing, number, ho!
His love to Antony. But as for Caesar,
Kneel down, kneel down, and wonder.

68

III,2,1615

They are his shards, and he their beetle.
[Trumpets within]
So;
This is to horse. Adieu, noble Agrippa.

69

III,2,1654

[Aside to AGRIPPA] Will Caesar weep?

70

III,2,1656

[Aside to AGRIPPA] He were the worse for that,
were he a horse;
So is he, being a man.

71

III,2,1663

[Aside to AGRIPPA] That year, indeed, he was
troubled with a rheum;
What willingly he did confound he wail'd,
Believe't, till I wept too.

72

III,5,1795

How now, friend Eros!

73

III,5,1797

What, man?

74

III,5,1799

This is old: what is the success?

75

III,5,1806

Then, world, thou hast a pair of chaps, no more;
And throw between them all the food thou hast,
They'll grind the one the other. Where's Antony?

76

III,5,1813

Our great navy's rigg'd.

77

III,5,1817

'Twill be naught:
But let it be. Bring me to Antony.

78

III,7,1937

But why, why, why?

79

III,7,1940

Well, is it, is it?

80

III,7,1943

[Aside] Well, I could reply:
If we should serve with horse and mares together,
The horse were merely lost; the mares would bear
A soldier and his horse.

81

III,7,1948

Your presence needs must puzzle Antony;
Take from his heart, take from his brain,
from's time,
What should not then be spared. He is already
Traduced for levity; and 'tis said in Rome
That Photinus an eunuch and your maids
Manage this war.

82

III,7,1960

Nay, I have done.
Here comes the emperor.

83

III,7,1976

So hath my lord dared him to single fight.

84

III,7,1981

Your ships are not well mann'd;
Your mariners are muleters, reapers, people
Ingross'd by swift impress; in Caesar's fleet
Are those that often have 'gainst Pompey fought:
Their ships are yare; yours, heavy: no disgrace
Shall fall you for refusing him at sea,
Being prepared for land.

85

III,7,1989

Most worthy sir, you therein throw away
The absolute soldiership you have by land;
Distract your army, which doth most consist
Of war-mark'd footmen; leave unexecuted
Your own renowned knowledge; quite forego
The way which promises assurance; and
Give up yourself merely to chance and hazard,
From firm security.

86

III,10,2062

Naught, naught all, naught! I can behold no longer:
The Antoniad, the Egyptian admiral,
With all their sixty, fly and turn the rudder:
To see't mine eyes are blasted.

87

III,10,2069

What's thy passion!

88

III,10,2073

How appears the fight?

89

III,10,2081

That I beheld:
Mine eyes did sicken at the sight, and could not
Endure a further view.

90

III,10,2091

Alack, alack!

91

III,10,2098

Ay, are you thereabouts?
Why, then, good night indeed.

92

III,10,2106

I'll yet follow
The wounded chance of Antony, though my reason
Sits in the wind against me.

93

III,13,2245

Think, and die.

94

III,13,2247

Antony only, that would make his will
Lord of his reason. What though you fled
From that great face of war, whose several ranges
Frighted each other? why should he follow?
The itch of his affection should not then
Have nick'd his captainship; at such a point,
When half to half the world opposed, he being
The meered question: 'twas a shame no less
Than was his loss, to course your flying flags,
And leave his navy gazing.

95

III,13,2279

[Aside] Yes, like enough, high-battled Caesar will
Unstate his happiness, and be staged to the show,
Against a sworder! I see men's judgments are
A parcel of their fortunes; and things outward
Do draw the inward quality after them,
To suffer all alike. That he should dream,
Knowing all measures, the full Caesar will
Answer his emptiness! Caesar, thou hast subdued
His judgment too.

96

III,13,2294

[Aside] Mine honesty and I begin to square.
The loyalty well held to fools does make
Our faith mere folly: yet he that can endure
To follow with allegiance a fall'n lord
Does conquer him that did his master conquer
And earns a place i' the story.

97

III,13,2305

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.

98

III,13,2323

[Aside] To be sure of that,
I will ask Antony. Sir, sir, thou art so leaky,
That we must leave thee to thy sinking, for
Thy dearest quit thee.

99

III,13,2359

[Aside] You will be whipp'd.

100

III,13,2368

[Aside] 'Tis better playing with a lion's whelp
Than with an old one dying.

101

III,13,2486

Now he'll outstare the lightning. To be furious,
Is to be frighted out of fear; and in that mood
The dove will peck the estridge; and I see still,
A diminution in our captain's brain
Restores his heart: when valour preys on reason,
It eats the sword it fights with. I will seek
Some way to leave him.

102

IV,2,2518

No.

103

IV,2,2520

He thinks, being twenty times of better fortune,
He is twenty men to one.

104

IV,2,2526

I'll strike, and cry 'Take all.'

105

IV,2,2536

[Aside to CLEOPATRA] 'Tis one of those odd
tricks which sorrow shoots
Out of the mind.

106

IV,2,2550

[Aside to CLEOPATRA] To make his followers weep.

107

IV,2,2561

What mean you, sir,
To give them this discomfort? Look, they weep;
And I, an ass, am onion-eyed: for shame,
Transform us not to women.

108

IV,6,2720

Alexas did revolt; and went to Jewry on
Affairs of Antony; there did persuade
Great Herod to incline himself to Caesar,
And leave his master Antony: for this pains
Caesar hath hang'd him. Canidius and the rest
That fell away have entertainment, but
No honourable trust. I have done ill;
Of which I do accuse myself so sorely,
That I will joy no more.

109

IV,6,2735

I give it you.

110

IV,6,2742

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.

111

IV,9,2839

O, bear me witness, night,—

112

IV,9,2842

Be witness to me, O thou blessed moon,
When men revolted shall upon record
Bear hateful memory, poor Enobarbus did
Before thy face repent!

113

IV,9,2849

O sovereign mistress of true melancholy,
The poisonous damp of night disponge upon me,
That life, a very rebel to my will,
May hang no longer on me: throw my heart
Against the flint and hardness of my fault:
Which, being dried with grief, will break to powder,
And finish all foul thoughts. O Antony,
Nobler than my revolt is infamous,
Forgive me in thine own particular;
But let the world rank me in register
A master-leaver and a fugitive:
O Antony! O Antony!

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