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Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 1] |
Cleopatra |
25 |
Nay, hear them, Antony:
Fulvia perchance is angry; or, who knows
If the scarce-bearded Caesar have not sent
His powerful mandate to you, 'Do this, or this;
Take in that kingdom, and enfranchise that;
Perform 't, or else we damn thee.'
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2 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 1] |
Antony |
59 |
Fie, wrangling queen!
Whom every thing becomes, to chide, to laugh,
To weep; whose every passion fully strives
To make itself, in thee, fair and admired!
No messenger, but thine; and all alone
To-night we'll wander through the streets and note
The qualities of people. Come, my queen;
Last night you did desire it: speak not to us.
[Exeunt MARK ANTONY and CLEOPATRA with]
their train]
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3 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 2] |
Charmian |
118 |
Out, fool! I forgive thee for a witch.
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4 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 2] |
Charmian |
137 |
Our worser thoughts heavens mend! Alexas,—come,
his fortune, his fortune! O, let him marry a woman
that cannot go, sweet Isis, I beseech thee! and let
her die too, and give him a worse! and let worst
follow worse, till the worst of all follow him
laughing to his grave, fifty-fold a cuckold! Good
Isis, hear me this prayer, though thou deny me a
matter of more weight; good Isis, I beseech thee!
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5 |
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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6 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 2] |
Second Messenger |
209 |
In Sicyon:
Her length of sickness, with what else more serious
Importeth thee to know, this bears.
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7 |
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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8 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 4] |
Messenger |
476 |
Caesar, I bring thee word,
Menecrates and Menas, famous pirates,
Make the sea serve them, which they ear and wound
With keels of every kind: many hot inroads
They make in Italy; the borders maritime
Lack blood to think on't, and flush youth revolt:
No vessel can peep forth, but 'tis as soon
Taken as seen; for Pompey's name strikes more
Than could his war resisted.
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9 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 5] |
Cleopatra |
533 |
Not now to hear thee sing; I take no pleasure
In aught an eunuch has: 'tis well for thee,
That, being unseminar'd, thy freer thoughts
May not fly forth of Egypt. Hast thou affections?
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10 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 5] |
Cleopatra |
562 |
How much unlike art thou Mark Antony!
Yet, coming from him, that great medicine hath
With his tinct gilded thee.
How goes it with my brave Mark Antony?
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11 |
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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12 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 5] |
Cleopatra |
602 |
By Isis, I will give thee bloody teeth,
If thou with Caesar paragon again
My man of men.
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13 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 3] |
Soothsayer |
1000 |
Caesar's.
Therefore, O Antony, stay not by his side:
Thy demon, that's thy spirit which keeps thee, is
Noble, courageous high, unmatchable,
Where Caesar's is not; but, near him, thy angel
Becomes a fear, as being o'erpower'd: therefore
Make space enough between you.
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14 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 3] |
Soothsayer |
1008 |
To none but thee; no more, but when to thee.
If thou dost play with him at any game,
Thou art sure to lose; and, of that natural luck,
He beats thee 'gainst the odds: thy lustre thickens,
When he shines by: I say again, thy spirit
Is all afraid to govern thee near him;
But, he away, 'tis noble.
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15 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 3] |
Antony |
1015 |
Get thee gone:
Say to Ventidius I would speak with him:
[Exit Soothsayer]
He shall to Parthia. Be it art or hap,
He hath spoken true: the very dice obey him;
And in our sports my better cunning faints
Under his chance: if we draw lots, he speeds;
His cocks do win the battle still of mine,
When it is all to nought; and his quails ever
Beat mine, inhoop'd, at odds. I will to Egypt:
And though I make this marriage for my peace,
I' the east my pleasure lies.
[Enter VENTIDIUS]
O, come, Ventidius,
You must to Parthia: your commission's ready;
Follow me, and receive't.
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16 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 5] |
Cleopatra |
1088 |
Why, there's more gold.
But, sirrah, mark, we use
To say the dead are well: bring it to that,
The gold I give thee will I melt and pour
Down thy ill-uttering throat.
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17 |
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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18 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 5] |
Cleopatra |
1111 |
Make thee a fortune from me.
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19 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 5] |
Cleopatra |
1126 |
The most infectious pestilence upon thee!
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20 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 5] |
Cleopatra |
1138 |
Say 'tis not so, a province I will give thee,
And make thy fortunes proud: the blow thou hadst
Shall make thy peace for moving me to rage;
And I will boot thee with what gift beside
Thy modesty can beg.
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