Speeches (Lines) for Mecaenas in "Antony and Cleopatra"
Total: 16
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II,2,806 |
Lepidus. 'Tis noble spoken.
Mecaenas. If it might please you, to enforce no further
The griefs between ye: to forget them quite
Were to remember that the present need
Speaks to atone you.
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II,2,896 |
Lepidus. Noble Antony,
Not sickness should detain me.
[Flourish. Exeunt OCTAVIUS CAESAR, MARK ANTONY,]
and LEPIDUS]
Mecaenas. Welcome from Egypt, sir.
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II,2,900 |
Agrippa. Good Enobarbus!
Mecaenas. We have cause to be glad that matters are so well
digested. You stayed well by 't in Egypt.
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II,2,904 |
Domitius Enobarus. Ay, sir; we did sleep day out of countenance, and
made the night light with drinking.
Mecaenas. Eight wild-boars roasted whole at a breakfast, and
but twelve persons there; is this true?
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II,2,908 |
Domitius Enobarus. This was but as a fly by an eagle: we had much more
monstrous matter of feast, which worthily deserved noting.
Mecaenas. She's a most triumphant lady, if report be square to
her.
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II,2,961 |
Domitius Enobarus. 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.
Mecaenas. Now Antony must leave her utterly.
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II,2,969 |
Domitius Enobarus. 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.
Mecaenas. If beauty, wisdom, modesty, can settle
The heart of Antony, Octavia is
A blessed lottery to him.
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II,4,1039 |
Lepidus. Till I shall see you in your soldier's dress,
Which will become you both, farewell.
Mecaenas. We shall,
As I conceive the journey, be at the Mount
Before you, Lepidus.
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II,4,1045 |
Lepidus. Your way is shorter;
My purposes do draw me much about:
You'll win two days upon me.
Mecaenas. [with Agrippa] Sir, good success!
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10 |
III,6,1833 |
Octavius. Contemning Rome, he has done all this, and more,
In Alexandria: here's the manner of 't:
I' the market-place, on a tribunal silver'd,
Cleopatra and himself in chairs of gold
Were publicly enthroned: at the feet sat
Caesarion, whom they call my father's son,
And all the unlawful issue that their lust
Since then hath made between them. Unto her
He gave the stablishment of Egypt; made her
Of lower Syria, Cyprus, Lydia,
Absolute queen.
Mecaenas. This in the public eye?
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III,6,1842 |
Octavius. I' the common show-place, where they exercise.
His sons he there proclaim'd the kings of kings:
Great Media, Parthia, and Armenia.
He gave to Alexander; to Ptolemy he assign'd
Syria, Cilicia, and Phoenicia: she
In the habiliments of the goddess Isis
That day appear'd; and oft before gave audience,
As 'tis reported, so.
Mecaenas. Let Rome be thus Inform'd.
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III,6,1863 |
Octavius. 'Tis done already, and the messenger gone.
I have told him, Lepidus was grown too cruel;
That he his high authority abused,
And did deserve his change: for what I have conquer'd,
I grant him part; but then, in his Armenia,
And other of his conquer'd kingdoms, I
Demand the like.
Mecaenas. He'll never yield to that.
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III,6,1925 |
Agrippa. Welcome, lady.
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.
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IV,1,2502 |
Octavius. He calls me boy; and chides, as he had power
To beat me out of Egypt; my messenger
He hath whipp'd with rods; dares me to personal combat,
Caesar to Antony: let the old ruffian know
I have many other ways to die; meantime
Laugh at his challenge.
Mecaenas. Caesar must think,
When one so great begins to rage, he's hunted
Even to falling. Give him no breath, but now
Make boot of his distraction: never anger
Made good guard for itself.
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V,1,3316 |
Agrippa. And strange it is,
That nature must compel us to lament
Our most persisted deeds.
Mecaenas. His taints and honours
Waged equal with him.
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Agrippa. A rarer spirit never
Did steer humanity: but you, gods, will give us
Some faults to make us men. Caesar is touch'd.
Mecaenas. When such a spacious mirror's set before him,
He needs must see himself.
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