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Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 1] |
Cleopatra |
32 |
Perchance! nay, and most like:
You must not stay here longer, your dismission
Is come from Caesar; therefore hear it, Antony.
Where's Fulvia's process? Caesar's I would say? both?
Call in the messengers. As I am Egypt's queen,
Thou blushest, Antony; and that blood of thine
Is Caesar's homager: else so thy cheek pays shame
When shrill-tongued Fulvia scolds. The messengers!
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2 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 1] |
Antony |
40 |
Let Rome in Tiber melt, and the wide arch
Of the ranged empire fall! Here is my space.
Kingdoms are clay: our dungy earth alike
Feeds beast as man: the nobleness of life
Is to do thus; when such a mutual pair
[Embracing]
And such a twain can do't, in which I bind,
On pain of punishment, the world to weet
We stand up peerless.
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3 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 2] |
Domitius Enobarus |
154 |
Hush! here comes Antony.
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4 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 2] |
Cleopatra |
159 |
Was he not here?
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5 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 2] |
Alexas |
166 |
Here, at your service. My lord approaches.
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6 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 2] |
Domitius Enobarus |
268 |
And the business you have broached here cannot be
without you; especially that of Cleopatra's, which
wholly depends on your abode.
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7 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 3] |
Charmian |
308 |
Tempt him not so too far; I wish, forbear:
In time we hate that which we often fear.
But here comes Antony.
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8 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 3] |
Cleopatra |
320 |
I know, by that same eye, there's some good news.
What says the married woman? You may go:
Would she had never given you leave to come!
Let her not say 'tis I that keep you here:
I have no power upon you; hers you are.
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9 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 3] |
Antony |
365 |
She's dead, my queen:
Look here, and at thy sovereign leisure read
The garboils she awaked; at the last, best:
See when and where she died.
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10 |
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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11 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 5] |
Cleopatra |
543 |
O Charmian,
Where think'st thou he is now? Stands he, or sits he?
Or does he walk? or is he on his horse?
O happy horse, to bear the weight of Antony!
Do bravely, horse! for wot'st thou whom thou movest?
The demi-Atlas of this earth, the arm
And burgonet of men. He's speaking now,
Or murmuring 'Where's my serpent of old Nile?'
For so he calls me: now I feed myself
With most delicious poison. Think on me,
That am with Phoebus' amorous pinches black,
And wrinkled deep in time? Broad-fronted Caesar,
When thou wast here above the ground, I was
A morsel for a monarch: and great Pompey
Would stand and make his eyes grow in my brow;
There would he anchor his aspect and die
With looking on his life.
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12 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 2] |
Lepidus |
696 |
Your speech is passion:
But, pray you, stir no embers up. Here comes
The noble Antony.
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13 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 2] |
Antony |
702 |
If we compose well here, to Parthia:
Hark, Ventidius.
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14 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 2] |
Octavius |
734 |
No more than my residing here at Rome
Might be to you in Egypt: yet, if you there
Did practise on my state, your being in Egypt
Might be my question.
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15 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 2] |
Octavius |
739 |
You may be pleased to catch at mine intent
By what did here befal me. Your wife and brother
Made wars upon me; and their contestation
Was theme for you, you were the word of war.
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16 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 2] |
Antony |
795 |
Neglected, rather;
And then when poison'd hours had bound me up
From mine own knowledge. As nearly as I may,
I'll play the penitent to you: but mine honesty
Shall not make poor my greatness, nor my power
Work without it. Truth is, that Fulvia,
To have me out of Egypt, made wars here;
For which myself, the ignorant motive, do
So far ask pardon as befits mine honour
To stoop in such a case.
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17 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 2] |
Agrippa |
972 |
Let us go.
Good Enobarbus, make yourself my guest
Whilst you abide here.
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18 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 5] |
Cleopatra |
1082 |
Antonius dead!—If thou say so, villain,
Thou kill'st thy mistress: but well and free,
If thou so yield him, there is gold, and here
My bluest veins to kiss; a hand that kings
Have lipp'd, and trembled kissing.
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19 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 6] |
Octavius |
1214 |
Most meet
That first we come to words; and therefore have we
Our written purposes before us sent;
Which, if thou hast consider'd, let us know
If 'twill tie up thy discontented sword,
And carry back to Sicily much tall youth
That else must perish here.
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20 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 6] |
Pompey |
1260 |
Know, then,
I came before you here a man prepared
To take this offer: but Mark Antony
Put me to some impatience: though I lose
The praise of it by telling, you must know,
When Caesar and your brother were at blows,
Your mother came to Sicily and did find
Her welcome friendly.
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