Speeches (Lines) for Octavia
in "Antony and Cleopatra"

Total: 13

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1

II,3,981

Antony. The world and my great office will sometimes
Divide me from your bosom.

Octavia. All which time
Before the gods my knee shall bow my prayers
To them for you.


2

III,2,1643

Octavius. Farewell, my dearest sister, fare thee well:
The elements be kind to thee, and make
Thy spirits all of comfort! fare thee well.

Octavia. My noble brother!


3

III,2,1646

Antony. The April 's in her eyes: it is love's spring,
And these the showers to bring it on. Be cheerful.

Octavia. Sir, look well to my husband's house; and—


4

III,2,1648

Octavius. What, Octavia?

Octavia. I'll tell you in your ear.


5

III,4,1762

Antony. Nay, nay, Octavia, not only that,—
That were excusable, that, and thousands more
Of semblable import,—but he hath waged
New wars 'gainst Pompey; made his will, and read it
To public ear:
Spoke scantly of me: when perforce he could not
But pay me terms of honour, cold and sickly
He vented them; most narrow measure lent me:
When the best hint was given him, he not took't,
Or did it from his teeth.

Octavia. O my good lord,
Believe not all; or, if you must believe,
Stomach not all. A more unhappy lady,
If this division chance, ne'er stood between,
Praying for both parts:
The good gods me presently,
When I shall pray, 'O bless my lord and husband!'
Undo that prayer, by crying out as loud,
'O, bless my brother!' Husband win, win brother,
Prays, and destroys the prayer; no midway
'Twixt these extremes at all.


6

III,4,1782

Antony. Gentle Octavia,
Let your best love draw to that point, which seeks
Best to preserve it: if I lose mine honour,
I lose myself: better I were not yours
Than yours so branchless. But, as you requested,
Yourself shall go between 's: the mean time, lady,
I'll raise the preparation of a war
Shall stain your brother: make your soonest haste;
So your desires are yours.

Octavia. Thanks to my lord.
The Jove of power make me most weak, most weak,
Your reconciler! Wars 'twixt you twain would be
As if the world should cleave, and that slain men
Should solder up the rift.


7

III,6,1866

(stage directions). [Enter OCTAVIA with her train]

Octavia. Hail, Caesar, and my lord! hail, most dear Caesar!


8

III,6,1868

Octavius. That ever I should call thee castaway!

Octavia. You have not call'd me so, nor have you cause.


9

III,6,1883

Octavius. Why have you stol'n upon us thus! You come not
Like Caesar's sister: the wife of Antony
Should have an army for an usher, and
The neighs of horse to tell of her approach
Long ere she did appear; the trees by the way
Should have borne men; and expectation fainted,
Longing for what it had not; nay, the dust
Should have ascended to the roof of heaven,
Raised by your populous troops: but you are come
A market-maid to Rome; and have prevented
The ostentation of our love, which, left unshown,
Is often left unloved; we should have met you
By sea and land; supplying every stage
With an augmented greeting.

Octavia. Good my lord,
To come thus was I not constrain'd, but did
On my free will. My lord, Mark Antony,
Hearing that you prepared for war, acquainted
My grieved ear withal; whereon, I begg'd
His pardon for return.


10

III,6,1891

Octavius. Which soon he granted,
Being an obstruct 'tween his lust and him.

Octavia. Do not say so, my lord.


11

III,6,1895

Octavius. I have eyes upon him,
And his affairs come to me on the wind.
Where is he now?

Octavia. My lord, in Athens.


12

III,6,1908

Octavius. No, my most wronged sister; Cleopatra
Hath nodded him to her. He hath given his empire
Up to a whore; who now are levying
The kings o' the earth for war; he hath assembled
Bocchus, the king of Libya; Archelaus,
Of Cappadocia; Philadelphos, king
Of Paphlagonia; the Thracian king, Adallas;
King Malchus of Arabia; King of Pont;
Herod of Jewry; Mithridates, king
Of Comagene; Polemon and Amyntas,
The kings of Mede and Lycaonia,
With a more larger list of sceptres.

Octavia. Ay me, most wretched,
That have my heart parted betwixt two friends
That do afflict each other!


13

III,6,1931

Mecaenas. Welcome, dear madam.
Each heart in Rome does love and pity you:
Only the adulterous Antony, most large
In his abominations, turns you off;
And gives his potent regiment to a trull,
That noises it against us.

Octavia. Is it so, sir?


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