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

Total: 28

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1

II,2,825

Give me leave, Caesar,—

2

II,2,827

Thou hast a sister by the mother's side,
Admired Octavia: great Mark Antony
Is now a widower.

3

II,2,835

To hold you in perpetual amity,
To make you brothers, and to knit your hearts
With an unslipping knot, take Antony
Octavia to his wife; whose beauty claims
No worse a husband than the best of men;
Whose virtue and whose general graces speak
That which none else can utter. By this marriage,
All little jealousies, which now seem great,
And all great fears, which now import their dangers,
Would then be nothing: truths would be tales,
Where now half tales be truths: her love to both
Would, each to other and all loves to both,
Draw after her. Pardon what I have spoke;
For 'tis a studied, not a present thought,
By duty ruminated.

4

II,2,899

Good Enobarbus!

5

II,2,912

There she appeared indeed; or my reporter devised
well for her.

6

II,2,930

O, rare for Antony!

7

II,2,944

Rare Egyptian!

8

II,2,953

Royal wench!
She made great Caesar lay his sword to bed:
He plough'd her, and she cropp'd.

9

II,2,972

Let us go.
Good Enobarbus, make yourself my guest
Whilst you abide here.

10

II,4,1035

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

11

III,2,1593

What, are the brothers parted?

12

III,2,1599

'Tis a noble Lepidus.

13

III,2,1601

Nay, but how dearly he adores Mark Antony!

14

III,2,1603

What's Antony? The god of Jupiter.

15

III,2,1605

O Antony! O thou Arabian bird!

16

III,2,1607

Indeed, he plied them both with excellent praises.

17

III,2,1614

Both he loves.

18

III,2,1619

Good fortune, worthy soldier; and farewell.

19

III,2,1655

[Aside to DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS] He has a cloud in 's face.

20

III,2,1659

[Aside to DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS] Why, Enobarbus,
When Antony found Julius Caesar dead,
He cried almost to roaring; and he wept
When at Philippi he found Brutus slain.

21

III,6,1843

Who, queasy with his insolence
Already, will their good thoughts call from him.

22

III,6,1847

Who does he accuse?

23

III,6,1855

Sir, this should be answer'd.

24

III,6,1924

Welcome, lady.

25

IV,6,2707

Caesar, I shall.

26

IV,7,2755

Retire, we have engaged ourselves too far:
Caesar himself has work, and our oppression
Exceeds what we expected.

27

V,1,3313

And strange it is,
That nature must compel us to lament
Our most persisted deeds.

28

V,1,3318

A rarer spirit never
Did steer humanity: but you, gods, will give us
Some faults to make us men. Caesar is touch'd.

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