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Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 1] |
Cleopatra |
25 |
Nay, hear them, Antony:
Fulvia perchance is angry; or, who knows
If the scarce-bearded Caesar have not sent
His powerful mandate to you, 'Do this, or this;
Take in that kingdom, and enfranchise that;
Perform 't, or else we damn thee.'
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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] |
Cleopatra |
167 |
We will not look upon him: go with us.
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4 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 2] |
Antony |
190 |
Speak to me home, mince not the general tongue:
Name Cleopatra as she is call'd in Rome;
Rail thou in Fulvia's phrase; and taunt my faults
With such full licence as both truth and malice
Have power to utter. O, then we bring forth weeds,
When our quick minds lie still; and our ills told us
Is as our earing. Fare thee well awhile.
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5 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 2] |
Antony |
213 |
Forbear me.
[Exit Second Messenger]
There's a great spirit gone! Thus did I desire it:
What our contempt doth often hurl from us,
We wish it ours again; the present pleasure,
By revolution lowering, does become
The opposite of itself: she's good, being gone;
The hand could pluck her back that shoved her on.
I must from this enchanting queen break off:
Ten thousand harms, more than the ills I know,
My idleness doth hatch. How now! Enobarbus!
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6 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 2] |
Domitius Enobarus |
227 |
Why, then, we kill all our women:
we see how mortal an unkindness is to them;
if they suffer our departure, death's the word.
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7 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 2] |
Domitius Enobarus |
241 |
Alack, sir, no; her passions are made of nothing but
the finest part of pure love: we cannot call her
winds and waters sighs and tears; they are greater
storms and tempests than almanacs can report: this
cannot be cunning in her; if it be, she makes a
shower of rain as well as Jove.
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8 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 2] |
Antony |
271 |
No more light answers. Let our officers
Have notice what we purpose. I shall break
The cause of our expedience to the queen,
And get her leave to part. For not alone
The death of Fulvia, with more urgent touches,
Do strongly speak to us; but the letters too
Of many our contriving friends in Rome
Petition us at home: Sextus Pompeius
Hath given the dare to Caesar, and commands
The empire of the sea: our slippery people,
Whose love is never link'd to the deserver
Till his deserts are past, begin to throw
Pompey the Great and all his dignities
Upon his son; who, high in name and power,
Higher than both in blood and life, stands up
For the main soldier: whose quality, going on,
The sides o' the world may danger: much is breeding,
Which, like the courser's hair, hath yet but life,
And not a serpent's poison. Say, our pleasure,
To such whose place is under us, requires
Our quick remove from hence.
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9 |
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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10 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 4] |
Octavius |
440 |
You are too indulgent. Let us grant, it is not
Amiss to tumble on the bed of Ptolemy;
To give a kingdom for a mirth; to sit
And keep the turn of tippling with a slave;
To reel the streets at noon, and stand the buffet
With knaves that smell of sweat: say this
becomes him,—
As his composure must be rare indeed
Whom these things cannot blemish,—yet must Antony
No way excuse his soils, when we do bear
So great weight in his lightness. If he fill'd
His vacancy with his voluptuousness,
Full surfeits, and the dryness of his bones,
Call on him for't: but to confound such time,
That drums him from his sport, and speaks as loud
As his own state and ours,—'tis to be chid
As we rate boys, who, being mature in knowledge,
Pawn their experience to their present pleasure,
And so rebel to judgment.
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11 |
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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12 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 1] |
Pompey |
620 |
Whiles we are suitors to their throne, decays
The thing we sue for.
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13 |
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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14 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 1] |
Pompey |
667 |
I know not, Menas,
How lesser enmities may give way to greater.
Were't not that we stand up against them all,
'Twere pregnant they should square between
themselves;
For they have entertained cause enough
To draw their swords: but how the fear of us
May cement their divisions and bind up
The petty difference, we yet not know.
Be't as our gods will have't! It only stands
Our lives upon to use our strongest hands.
Come, Menas.
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15 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 2] |
Antony |
702 |
If we compose well here, to Parthia:
Hark, Ventidius.
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16 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 2] |
Lepidus |
706 |
Noble friends,
That which combined us was most great, and let not
A leaner action rend us. What's amiss,
May it be gently heard: when we debate
Our trivial difference loud, we do commit
Murder in healing wounds: then, noble partners,
The rather, for I earnestly beseech,
Touch you the sourest points with sweetest terms,
Nor curstness grow to the matter.
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17 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 2] |
Antony |
715 |
'Tis spoken well.
Were we before our armies, and to fight.
I should do thus.
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18 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 2] |
Domitius Enobarus |
765 |
Would we had all such wives, that the men might go
to wars with the women!
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19 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 2] |
Antony |
776 |
Sir,
He fell upon me ere admitted: then
Three kings I had newly feasted, and did want
Of what I was i' the morning: but next day
I told him of myself; which was as much
As to have ask'd him pardon. Let this fellow
Be nothing of our strife; if we contend,
Out of our question wipe him.
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20 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 2] |
Octavius |
819 |
I do not much dislike the matter, but
The manner of his speech; for't cannot be
We shall remain in friendship, our conditions
So differing in their acts. Yet if I knew
What hoop should hold us stanch, from edge to edge
O' the world I would pursue it.
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