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Through tatter'd clothes small vices do appear;
Robes and furr'd gowns hide all.

      — King Lear, Act IV Scene 6

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1

Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 1]

Cleopatra

49

Excellent falsehood!
Why did he marry Fulvia, and not love her?
I'll seem the fool I am not; Antony
Will be himself.

2

Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 1]

Demetrius

73

I am full sorry
That he approves the common liar, who
Thus speaks of him at Rome: but I will hope
Of better deeds to-morrow. Rest you happy!

3

Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 2]

Soothsayer

85

Your will?

4

Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 2]

Cleopatra

167

We will not look upon him: go with us.

5

Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 2]

Second Attendant

201

He stays upon your will.

6

Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 3]

Cleopatra

314

Help me away, dear Charmian; I shall fall:
It cannot be thus long, the sides of nature
Will not sustain it.

7

Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 5]

Alexas

570

'Good friend,' quoth he,
'Say, the firm Roman to great Egypt sends
This treasure of an oyster; at whose foot,
To mend the petty present, I will piece
Her opulent throne with kingdoms; all the east,
Say thou, shall call her mistress.' So he nodded,
And soberly did mount an arm-gaunt steed,
Who neigh'd so high, that what I would have spoke
Was beastly dumb'd by him.

8

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.

9

Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 1]

Pompey

626

I shall do well:
The people love me, and the sea is mine;
My powers are crescent, and my auguring hope
Says it will come to the full. Mark Antony
In Egypt sits at dinner, and will make
No wars without doors: Caesar gets money where
He loses hearts: Lepidus flatters both,
Of both is flatter'd; but he neither loves,
Nor either cares for him.

10

Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 1]

Pompey

667

I know not, Menas,
How lesser enmities may give way to greater.
Were't not that we stand up against them all,
'Twere pregnant they should square between
themselves;
For they have entertained cause enough
To draw their swords: but how the fear of us
May cement their divisions and bind up
The petty difference, we yet not know.
Be't as our gods will have't! It only stands
Our lives upon to use our strongest hands.
Come, Menas.

11

Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 2]

Antony

850

Will Caesar speak?

12

Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 2]

Domitius Enobarus

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.

13

Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 2]

Domitius Enobarus

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.

14

Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 3]

Antony

979

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

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.

16

Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 4]

Agrippa

1035

Sir, Mark Antony
Will e'en but kiss Octavia, and we'll follow.

17

Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 4]

Lepidus

1037

Till I shall see you in your soldier's dress,
Which will become you both, farewell.

18

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.'

19

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.

20

Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 5]

Cleopatra

1094

Well, go to, I will;
But there's no goodness in thy face: if Antony
Be free and healthful,—so tart a favour
To trumpet such good tidings! If not well,
Thou shouldst come like a Fury crown'd with snakes,
Not like a formal man.

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