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Lord, what fools these mortals be!

      — A Midsummer Night's Dream, Act III Scene 2

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1

Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 3]

Cleopatra

336

Nay, pray you, seek no colour for your going,
But bid farewell, and go: when you sued staying,
Then was the time for words: no going then;
Eternity was in our lips and eyes,
Bliss in our brows' bent; none our parts so poor,
But was a race of heaven: they are so still,
Or thou, the greatest soldier of the world,
Art turn'd the greatest liar.

2

Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 4]

Octavius

512

Till which encounter,
It is my business too. Farewell.

3

Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 4]

Lepidus

514

Farewell, my lord: what you shall know meantime
Of stirs abroad, I shall beseech you, sir,
To let me be partaker.

4

Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 4]

Lepidus

1037

Till I shall see you in your soldier's dress,
Which will become you both, farewell.

5

Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 4]

Lepidus

1046

Farewell.

6

Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 7]

Menas

1537

No, to my cabin.
These drums! these trumpets, flutes! what!
Let Neptune hear we bid a loud farewell
To these great fellows: sound and be hang'd, sound out!

7

Antony and Cleopatra
[III, 2]

Agrippa

1619

Good fortune, worthy soldier; and farewell.

8

Antony and Cleopatra
[III, 2]

Octavius

1640

Farewell, my dearest sister, fare thee well:
The elements be kind to thee, and make
Thy spirits all of comfort! fare thee well.

9

Antony and Cleopatra
[III, 2]

Octavius

1677

Farewell, farewell!

10

Antony and Cleopatra
[III, 2]

Antony

1679

Farewell!

11

Antony and Cleopatra
[IV, 14]

Eros

3089

My dear master,
My captain, and my emperor, let me say,
Before I strike this bloody stroke, farewell.

12

Antony and Cleopatra
[IV, 14]

Antony

3092

'Tis said, man; and farewell.

13

Antony and Cleopatra
[IV, 14]

Eros

3093

Farewell, great chief. Shall I strike now?

14

Antony and Cleopatra
[V, 2]

Cleopatra

3647

Farewell, and thanks.
[Exit DOLABELLA]
Now, Iras, what think'st thou?
Thou, an Egyptian puppet, shalt be shown
In Rome, as well as I. mechanic slaves
With greasy aprons, rules, and hammers, shall
Uplift us to the view; in their thick breaths,
Rank of gross diet, shall be enclouded,
And forced to drink their vapour.

15

Antony and Cleopatra
[V, 2]

Cleopatra

3714

Get thee hence; farewell.

16

Antony and Cleopatra
[V, 2]

Cleopatra

3717

Farewell.

17

Antony and Cleopatra
[V, 2]

Cleopatra

3720

Ay, ay; farewell.

18

Antony and Cleopatra
[V, 2]

Cleopatra

3734

Well, get thee gone; farewell.

19

Antony and Cleopatra
[V, 2]

Cleopatra

3738

Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have
Immortal longings in me: now no more
The juice of Egypt's grape shall moist this lip:
Yare, yare, good Iras; quick. Methinks I hear
Antony call; I see him rouse himself
To praise my noble act; I hear him mock
The luck of Caesar, which the gods give men
To excuse their after wrath: husband, I come:
Now to that name my courage prove my title!
I am fire and air; my other elements
I give to baser life. So; have you done?
Come then, and take the last warmth of my lips.
Farewell, kind Charmian; Iras, long farewell.
[Kisses them. IRAS falls and dies]
Have I the aspic in my lips? Dost fall?
If thou and nature can so gently part,
The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch,
Which hurts, and is desired. Dost thou lie still?
If thus thou vanishest, thou tell'st the world
It is not worth leave-taking.

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