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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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2 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 5] |
Charmian |
598 |
O that brave Caesar!
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3 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 5] |
Cleopatra |
599 |
Be choked with such another emphasis!
Say, the brave Antony.
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4 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 7] |
Domitius Enobarus |
1499 |
Ha, my brave emperor!
[To MARK ANTONY]
Shall we dance now the Egyptian Bacchanals,
And celebrate our drink?
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5 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[III, 11] |
Antony |
2149 |
Yes, my lord, yes; he at Philippi kept
His sword e'en like a dancer; while I struck
The lean and wrinkled Cassius; and 'twas I
That the mad Brutus ended: he alone
Dealt on lieutenantry, and no practise had
In the brave squares of war: yet now—No matter.
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6 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[III, 13] |
Cleopatra |
2446 |
Ah, dear, if I be so,
From my cold heart let heaven engender hail,
And poison it in the source; and the first stone
Drop in my neck: as it determines, so
Dissolve my life! The next Caesarion smite!
Till by degrees the memory of my womb,
Together with my brave Egyptians all,
By the discandying of this pelleted storm,
Lie graveless, till the flies and gnats of Nile
Have buried them for prey!
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7 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[III, 13] |
Cleopatra |
2466 |
That's my brave lord!
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8 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[IV, 3] |
Third Soldier |
2591 |
'Tis a brave army,
And full of purpose.
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9 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[IV, 4] |
Antony |
2621 |
No, my chuck. Eros, come; mine armour, Eros!
[Enter EROS with armour]
Come good fellow, put mine iron on:
If fortune be not ours to-day, it is
Because we brave her: come.
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10 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[IV, 7] |
Scarus |
2760 |
O my brave emperor, this is fought indeed!
Had we done so at first, we had droven them home
With clouts about their heads.
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11 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[IV, 14] |
Antony |
3098 |
Thrice-nobler than myself!
Thou teachest me, O valiant Eros, what
I should, and thou couldst not. My queen and Eros
Have by their brave instruction got upon me
A nobleness in record: but I will be
A bridegroom in my death, and run into't
As to a lover's bed. Come, then; and, Eros,
Thy master dies thy scholar: to do thus
[Falling on his sword]
I learn'd of thee. How! not dead? not dead?
The guard, ho! O, dispatch me!
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12 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[IV, 15] |
Cleopatra |
3255 |
No more, but e'en a woman, and commanded
By such poor passion as the maid that milks
And does the meanest chares. It were for me
To throw my sceptre at the injurious gods;
To tell them that this world did equal theirs
Till they had stol'n our jewel. All's but naught;
Patience is scottish, and impatience does
Become a dog that's mad: then is it sin
To rush into the secret house of death,
Ere death dare come to us? How do you, women?
What, what! good cheer! Why, how now, Charmian!
My noble girls! Ah, women, women, look,
Our lamp is spent, it's out! Good sirs, take heart:
We'll bury him; and then, what's brave,
what's noble,
Let's do it after the high Roman fashion,
And make death proud to take us. Come, away:
This case of that huge spirit now is cold:
Ah, women, women! come; we have no friend
But resolution, and the briefest end.
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