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Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 3] |
Soothsayer |
1008 |
To none but thee; no more, but when to thee.
If thou dost play with him at any game,
Thou art sure to lose; and, of that natural luck,
He beats thee 'gainst the odds: thy lustre thickens,
When he shines by: I say again, thy spirit
Is all afraid to govern thee near him;
But, he away, 'tis noble.
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2 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 5] |
Cleopatra |
1184 |
O, that his fault should make a knave of thee,
That art not what thou'rt sure of! Get thee hence:
The merchandise which thou hast brought from Rome
Are all too dear for me: lie they upon thy hand,
And be undone by 'em!
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3 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 6] |
Domitius Enobarus |
1341 |
If he do, sure, he cannot weep't back again.
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4 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[III, 10] |
Scarus |
2074 |
On our side like the token'd pestilence,
Where death is sure. Yon ribaudred nag of Egypt,—
Whom leprosy o'ertake!—i' the midst o' the fight,
When vantage like a pair of twins appear'd,
Both as the same, or rather ours the elder,
The breese upon her, like a cow in June,
Hoists sails and flies.
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5 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[III, 13] |
Domitius Enobarus |
2323 |
[Aside] To be sure of that,
I will ask Antony. Sir, sir, thou art so leaky,
That we must leave thee to thy sinking, for
Thy dearest quit thee.
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6 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[III, 13] |
Antony |
2395 |
I found you as a morsel cold upon
Dead Caesar's trencher; nay, you were a fragment
Of Cneius Pompey's; besides what hotter hours,
Unregister'd in vulgar fame, you have
Luxuriously pick'd out: for, I am sure,
Though you can guess what temperance should be,
You know not what it is.
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7 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[V, 2] |
Iras |
3667 |
I'll never see 't; for, I am sure, my nails
Are stronger than mine eyes.
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8 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[V, 2] |
Dolabella |
3810 |
O sir, you are too sure an augurer;
That you did fear is done.
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