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Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 2] |
Charmian |
86 |
Is this the man? Is't you, sir, that know things?
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2 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 2] |
Alexas |
121 |
We'll know all our fortunes.
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3 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 2] |
Second Messenger |
209 |
In Sicyon:
Her length of sickness, with what else more serious
Importeth thee to know, this bears.
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4 |
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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Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 3] |
Cleopatra |
320 |
I know, by that same eye, there's some good news.
What says the married woman? You may go:
Would she had never given you leave to come!
Let her not say 'tis I that keep you here:
I have no power upon you; hers you are.
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6 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 3] |
Antony |
325 |
The gods best know,—
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7 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 3] |
Cleopatra |
345 |
I would I had thy inches; thou shouldst know
There were a heart in Egypt.
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8 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 3] |
Antony |
373 |
Quarrel no more, but be prepared to know
The purposes I bear; which are, or cease,
As you shall give the advice. By the fire
That quickens Nilus' slime, I go from hence
Thy soldier, servant; making peace or war
As thou affect'st.
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9 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 3] |
Cleopatra |
399 |
Courteous lord, one word.
Sir, you and I must part, but that's not it:
Sir, you and I have loved, but there's not it;
That you know well: something it is I would,
O, my oblivion is a very Antony,
And I am all forgotten.
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10 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 4] |
Octavius |
424 |
You may see, Lepidus, and henceforth know,
It is not Caesar's natural vice to hate
Our great competitor: from Alexandria
This is the news: he fishes, drinks, and wastes
The lamps of night in revel; is not more man-like
Than Cleopatra; nor the queen of Ptolemy
More womanly than he; hardly gave audience, or
Vouchsafed to think he had partners: you shall find there
A man who is the abstract of all faults
That all men follow.
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11 |
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.
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12 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 1] |
Menecrates |
618 |
Know, worthy Pompey,
That what they do delay, they not deny.
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13 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 1] |
Pompey |
639 |
He dreams: I know they are in Rome together,
Looking for Antony. But all the charms of love,
Salt Cleopatra, soften thy waned lip!
Let witchcraft join with beauty, lust with both!
Tie up the libertine in a field of feasts,
Keep his brain fuming; Epicurean cooks
Sharpen with cloyless sauce his appetite;
That sleep and feeding may prorogue his honour
Even till a Lethe'd dulness!
[Enter VARRIUS]
How now, Varrius!
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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] |
Octavius |
704 |
I do not know,
Mecaenas; ask Agrippa.
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16 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 2] |
Antony |
756 |
Not so, not so;
I know you could not lack, I am certain on't,
Very necessity of this thought, that I,
Your partner in the cause 'gainst which he fought,
Could not with graceful eyes attend those wars
Which fronted mine own peace. As for my wife,
I would you had her spirit in such another:
The third o' the world is yours; which with a snaffle
You may pace easy, but not such a wife.
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Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 6] |
Octavius |
1214 |
Most meet
That first we come to words; and therefore have we
Our written purposes before us sent;
Which, if thou hast consider'd, let us know
If 'twill tie up thy discontented sword,
And carry back to Sicily much tall youth
That else must perish here.
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18 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 6] |
Pompey |
1221 |
To you all three,
The senators alone of this great world,
Chief factors for the gods, I do not know
Wherefore my father should revengers want,
Having a son and friends; since Julius Caesar,
Who at Philippi the good Brutus ghosted,
There saw you labouring for him. What was't
That moved pale Cassius to conspire; and what
Made the all-honour'd, honest Roman, Brutus,
With the arm'd rest, courtiers and beauteous freedom,
To drench the Capitol; but that they would
Have one man but a man? And that is it
Hath made me rig my navy; at whose burthen
The anger'd ocean foams; with which I meant
To scourge the ingratitude that despiteful Rome
Cast on my noble father.
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19 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 6] |
Pompey |
1260 |
Know, then,
I came before you here a man prepared
To take this offer: but Mark Antony
Put me to some impatience: though I lose
The praise of it by telling, you must know,
When Caesar and your brother were at blows,
Your mother came to Sicily and did find
Her welcome friendly.
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Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 6] |
Pompey |
1278 |
Well, I know not
What counts harsh fortune casts upon my face;
But in my bosom shall she never come,
To make my heart her vassal.
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