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Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 1] |
Antony |
59 |
Fie, wrangling queen!
Whom every thing becomes, to chide, to laugh,
To weep; whose every passion fully strives
To make itself, in thee, fair and admired!
No messenger, but thine; and all alone
To-night we'll wander through the streets and note
The qualities of people. Come, my queen;
Last night you did desire it: speak not to us.
[Exeunt MARK ANTONY and CLEOPATRA with]
their train]
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Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 2] |
Charmian |
79 |
Lord Alexas, sweet Alexas, most any thing Alexas,
almost most absolute Alexas, where's the soothsayer
that you praised so to the queen? O, that I knew
this husband, which, you say, must charge his horns
with garlands!
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3 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 3] |
Charmian |
306 |
In each thing give him way, cross him nothing.
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4 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 5] |
Alexas |
566 |
Last thing he did, dear queen,
He kiss'd,—the last of many doubled kisses,—
This orient pearl. His speech sticks in my heart.
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5 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 1] |
Pompey |
620 |
Whiles we are suitors to their throne, decays
The thing we sue for.
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6 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 7] |
Lepidus |
1419 |
What manner o' thing is your crocodile?
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7 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[III, 3] |
Cleopatra |
1739 |
Indeed, he is so: I repent me much
That so I harried him. Why, methinks, by him,
This creature's no such thing.
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Antony and Cleopatra
[III, 3] |
Cleopatra |
1746 |
I have one thing more to ask him yet, good Charmian:
But 'tis no matter; thou shalt bring him to me
Where I will write. All may be well enough.
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9 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[IV, 14] |
Antony |
3087 |
Then let it do at once
The thing why thou hast drawn it.
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10 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[V, 1] |
Octavius |
3296 |
The breaking of so great a thing should make
A greater crack: the round world
Should have shook lions into civil streets,
And citizens to their dens: the death of Antony
Is not a single doom; in the name lay
A moiety of the world.
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Antony and Cleopatra
[V, 2] |
Cleopatra |
3377 |
My desolation does begin to make
A better life. 'Tis paltry to be Caesar;
Not being Fortune, he's but Fortune's knave,
A minister of her will: and it is great
To do that thing that ends all other deeds;
Which shackles accidents and bolts up change;
Which sleeps, and never palates more the dug,
The beggar's nurse and Caesar's.
[Enter, to the gates of the monument, PROCULEIUS,]
GALLUS and Soldiers]
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