Speeches (Lines) for Thyreus
in "Antony and Cleopatra"

Total: 12

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Octavius. Bring him through the bands.
[To THYREUS] To try eloquence, now 'tis time: dispatch;]
From Antony win Cleopatra: promise,
And in our name, what she requires; add more,
From thine invention, offers: women are not
In their best fortunes strong; but want will perjure
The ne'er touch'd vestal: try thy cunning, Thyreus;
Make thine own edict for thy pains, which we
Will answer as a law.

Thyreus. Caesar, I go.



Octavius. Observe how Antony becomes his flaw,
And what thou think'st his very action speaks
In every power that moves.

Thyreus. Caesar, I shall.



Cleopatra. Caesar's will?

Thyreus. Hear it apart.



Cleopatra. None but friends: say boldly.

Thyreus. So, haply, are they friends to Antony.



Domitius Enobarus. He needs as many, sir, as Caesar has;
Or needs not us. If Caesar please, our master
Will leap to be his friend: for us, you know,
Whose he is we are, and that is, Caesar's.

Thyreus. So.
Thus then, thou most renown'd: Caesar entreats,
Not to consider in what case thou stand'st,
Further than he is Caesar.



Cleopatra. Go on: right royal.

Thyreus. He knows that you embrace not Antony
As you did love, but as you fear'd him.



Cleopatra. O!

Thyreus. The scars upon your honour, therefore, he
Does pity, as constrained blemishes,
Not as deserved.



(stage directions). [Exit]

Thyreus. Shall I say to Caesar
What you require of him? for he partly begs
To be desired to give. It much would please him,
That of his fortunes you should make a staff
To lean upon: but it would warm his spirits,
To hear from me you had left Antony,
And put yourself under his shrowd,
The universal landlord.



Cleopatra. What's your name?

Thyreus. My name is Thyreus.



Cleopatra. Most kind messenger,
Say to great Caesar this: in deputation
I kiss his conquering hand: tell him, I am prompt
To lay my crown at 's feet, and there to kneel:
Tell him from his all-obeying breath I hear
The doom of Egypt.

Thyreus. 'Tis your noblest course.
Wisdom and fortune combating together,
If that the former dare but what it can,
No chance may shake it. Give me grace to lay
My duty on your hand.



Antony. Favours, by Jove that thunders!
What art thou, fellow?

Thyreus. One that but performs
The bidding of the fullest man, and worthiest
To have command obey'd.



Antony. Moon and stars!
Whip him. Were't twenty of the greatest tributaries
That do acknowledge Caesar, should I find them
So saucy with the hand of she here,—what's her name,
Since she was Cleopatra? Whip him, fellows,
Till, like a boy, you see him cringe his face,
And whine aloud for mercy: take him hence.

Thyreus. Mark Antony!

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