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Rom. Courage, man; the hurt cannot be much.
Mer. No,'t is not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church-door; but't is enough,'t will serve.

      — Romeo and Juliet, Act III Scene 1

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1

Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 2]

Iras

126

Go, you wild bedfellow, you cannot soothsay.

2

Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 2]

Charmian

127

Nay, if an oily palm be not a fruitful
prognostication, I cannot scratch mine ear. Prithee,
tell her but a worky-day fortune.

3

Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 2]

Charmian

137

Our worser thoughts heavens mend! Alexas,—come,
his fortune, his fortune! O, let him marry a woman
that cannot go, sweet Isis, I beseech thee! and let
her die too, and give him a worse! and let worst
follow worse, till the worst of all follow him
laughing to his grave, fifty-fold a cuckold! Good
Isis, hear me this prayer, though thou deny me a
matter of more weight; good Isis, I beseech thee!

4

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.

5

Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 2]

Antony

266

The business she hath broached in the state
Cannot endure my absence.

6

Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 2]

Domitius Enobarus

268

And the business you have broached here cannot be
without you; especially that of Cleopatra's, which
wholly depends on your abode.

7

Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 3]

Cleopatra

314

Help me away, dear Charmian; I shall fall:
It cannot be thus long, the sides of nature
Will not sustain it.

8

Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 4]

Lepidus

434

I must not think there are
Evils enow to darken all his goodness:
His faults in him seem as the spots of heaven,
More fiery by night's blackness; hereditary,
Rather than purchased; what he cannot change,
Than what he chooses.

9

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.

10

Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 1]

Menas

662

I cannot hope
Caesar and Antony shall well greet together:
His wife that's dead did trespasses to Caesar;
His brother warr'd upon him; although, I think,
Not moved by Antony.

11

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.

12

Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 2]

Domitius Enobarus

962

Never; he will not:
Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale
Her infinite variety: other women cloy
The appetites they feed: but she makes hungry
Where most she satisfies; for vilest things
Become themselves in her: that the holy priests
Bless her when she is riggish.

13

Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 5]

Cleopatra

1168

Is he married?
I cannot hate thee worser than I do,
If thou again say 'Yes.'

14

Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 6]

Domitius Enobarus

1326

I will praise any man that will praise me; though it
cannot be denied what I have done by land.

15

Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 6]

Domitius Enobarus

1341

If he do, sure, he cannot weep't back again.

16

Antony and Cleopatra
[III, 2]

Domitius Enobarus

1608

But he loves Caesar best; yet he loves Antony:
Ho! hearts, tongues, figures, scribes, bards,
poets, cannot
Think, speak, cast, write, sing, number, ho!
His love to Antony. But as for Caesar,
Kneel down, kneel down, and wonder.

17

Antony and Cleopatra
[III, 3]

Cleopatra

1704

That's not so good: he cannot like her long.

18

Antony and Cleopatra
[III, 3]

Charmian

1715

Three in Egypt
Cannot make better note.

19

Antony and Cleopatra
[IV, 12]

Scarus

2904

Swallows have built
In Cleopatra's sails their nests: the augurers
Say they know not, they cannot tell; look grimly,
And dare not speak their knowledge. Antony
Is valiant, and dejected; and, by starts,
His fretted fortunes give him hope, and fear,
Of what he has, and has not.

20

Antony and Cleopatra
[IV, 14]

Antony

2992

My good knave Eros, now thy captain is
Even such a body: here I am Antony:
Yet cannot hold this visible shape, my knave.
I made these wars for Egypt: and the queen,—
Whose heart I thought I had, for she had mine;
Which whilst it was mine had annex'd unto't
A million more, now lost,—she, Eros, has
Pack'd cards with Caesar, and false-play'd my glory
Unto an enemy's triumph.
Nay, weep not, gentle Eros; there is left us
Ourselves to end ourselves.
[Enter MARDIAN]
O! thy vile lady!
She has robb'd me of my sword.

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