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Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 4] |
Octavius |
503 |
Let his shames quickly
Drive him to Rome: 'tis time we twain
Did show ourselves i' the field; and to that end
Assemble we immediate council: Pompey
Thrives in our idleness.
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2 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 1] |
Menecrates |
622 |
We, ignorant of ourselves,
Beg often our own harms, which the wise powers
Deny us for our good; so find we profit
By losing of our prayers.
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3 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 2] |
Antony |
883 |
So is the fame.
Would we had spoke together! Haste we for it:
Yet, ere we put ourselves in arms, dispatch we
The business we have talk'd of.
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4 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[III, 13] |
Antony |
2269 |
To him again: tell him he wears the rose
Of youth upon him; from which the world should note
Something particular: his coin, ships, legions,
May be a coward's; whose ministers would prevail
Under the service of a child as soon
As i' the command of Caesar: I dare him therefore
To lay his gay comparisons apart,
And answer me declined, sword against sword,
Ourselves alone. I'll write it: follow me.
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5 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[IV, 7] |
Agrippa |
2755 |
Retire, we have engaged ourselves too far:
Caesar himself has work, and our oppression
Exceeds what we expected.
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6 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[IV, 14] |
Antony |
2992 |
My good knave Eros, now thy captain is
Even such a body: here I am Antony:
Yet cannot hold this visible shape, my knave.
I made these wars for Egypt: and the queen,—
Whose heart I thought I had, for she had mine;
Which whilst it was mine had annex'd unto't
A million more, now lost,—she, Eros, has
Pack'd cards with Caesar, and false-play'd my glory
Unto an enemy's triumph.
Nay, weep not, gentle Eros; there is left us
Ourselves to end ourselves.
[Enter MARDIAN]
O! thy vile lady!
She has robb'd me of my sword.
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