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And art made tongue-tied by authority.

      — Sonnet lxvi

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Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 4]

Octavius

485

Antony,
Leave thy lascivious wassails. When thou once
Wast beaten from Modena, where thou slew'st
Hirtius and Pansa, consuls, at thy heel
Did famine follow; whom thou fought'st against,
Though daintily brought up, with patience more
Than savages could suffer: thou didst drink
The stale of horses, and the gilded puddle
Which beasts would cough at: thy palate then did deign
The roughest berry on the rudest hedge;
Yea, like the stag, when snow the pasture sheets,
The barks of trees thou browsed'st; on the Alps
It is reported thou didst eat strange flesh,
Which some did die to look on: and all this—
It wounds thine honour that I speak it now—
Was borne so like a soldier, that thy cheek
So much as lank'd not.

2

Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 2]

Antony

870

I did not think to draw my sword 'gainst Pompey;
For he hath laid strange courtesies and great
Of late upon me: I must thank him only,
Lest my remembrance suffer ill report;
At heel of that, defy him.

3

Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 2]

Domitius Enobarus

931

Her gentlewomen, like the Nereides,
So many mermaids, tended her i' the eyes,
And made their bends adornings: at the helm
A seeming mermaid steers: the silken tackle
Swell with the touches of those flower-soft hands,
That yarely frame the office. From the barge
A strange invisible perfume hits the sense
Of the adjacent wharfs. The city cast
Her people out upon her; and Antony,
Enthroned i' the market-place, did sit alone,
Whistling to the air; which, but for vacancy,
Had gone to gaze on Cleopatra too,
And made a gap in nature.

4

Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 7]

Lepidus

1400

You've strange serpents there.

5

Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 7]

Lepidus

1427

'Tis a strange serpent.

6

Antony and Cleopatra
[III, 5]

Eros

1796

There's strange news come, sir.

7

Antony and Cleopatra
[III, 7]

Antony

1963

Is it not strange, Canidius,
That from Tarentum and Brundusium
He could so quickly cut the Ionian sea,
And take in Toryne? You have heard on't, sweet?

8

Antony and Cleopatra
[III, 7]

Antony

2007

Can he be there in person? 'tis impossible;
Strange that power should be. Canidius,
Our nineteen legions thou shalt hold by land,
And our twelve thousand horse. We'll to our ship:
Away, my Thetis!
[Enter a Soldier]
How now, worthy soldier?

9

Antony and Cleopatra
[IV, 3]

Second Soldier

2579

It will determine one way: fare you well.
Heard you of nothing strange about the streets?

10

Antony and Cleopatra
[IV, 3]

First Soldier

2611

Ay; is't not strange?

11

Antony and Cleopatra
[IV, 3]

All

2615

Content. 'Tis strange.

12

Antony and Cleopatra
[IV, 15]

Cleopatra

3165

No, I will not:
All strange and terrible events are welcome,
But comforts we despise; our size of sorrow,
Proportion'd to our cause, must be as great
As that which makes it.
[Enter, below, DIOMEDES]
How now! is he dead?

13

Antony and Cleopatra
[V, 1]

Agrippa

3313

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

14

Antony and Cleopatra
[V, 2]

Cleopatra

3505

You lie, up to the hearing of the gods.
But, if there be, or ever were, one such,
It's past the size of dreaming: nature wants stuff
To vie strange forms with fancy; yet, to imagine
And Antony, were nature's piece 'gainst fancy,
Condemning shadows quite.

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