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Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 3] |
Cleopatra |
385 |
So Fulvia told me.
I prithee, turn aside and weep for her,
Then bid adieu to me, and say the tears
Belong to Egypt: good now, play one scene
Of excellent dissembling; and let it look
Life perfect honour.
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2 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 2] |
Antony |
795 |
Neglected, rather;
And then when poison'd hours had bound me up
From mine own knowledge. As nearly as I may,
I'll play the penitent to you: but mine honesty
Shall not make poor my greatness, nor my power
Work without it. Truth is, that Fulvia,
To have me out of Egypt, made wars here;
For which myself, the ignorant motive, do
So far ask pardon as befits mine honour
To stoop in such a case.
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3 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 3] |
Soothsayer |
1008 |
To none but thee; no more, but when to thee.
If thou dost play with him at any game,
Thou art sure to lose; and, of that natural luck,
He beats thee 'gainst the odds: thy lustre thickens,
When he shines by: I say again, thy spirit
Is all afraid to govern thee near him;
But, he away, 'tis noble.
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4 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 5] |
Charmian |
1054 |
My arm is sore; best play with Mardian.
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5 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 5] |
Cleopatra |
1055 |
As well a woman with an eunuch play'd
As with a woman. Come, you'll play with me, sir?
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Antony and Cleopatra
[V, 2] |
Cleopatra |
3669 |
Why, that's the way
To fool their preparation, and to conquer
Their most absurd intents.
[Re-enter CHARMIAN]
Now, Charmian!
Show me, my women, like a queen: go fetch
My best attires: I am again for Cydnus,
To meet Mark Antony: sirrah Iras, go.
Now, noble Charmian, we'll dispatch indeed;
And, when thou hast done this chare, I'll give thee leave
To play till doomsday. Bring our crown and all.
Wherefore's this noise?
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Antony and Cleopatra
[V, 2] |
Charmian |
3781 |
In this vile world? So, fare thee well.
Now boast thee, death, in thy possession lies
A lass unparallel'd. Downy windows, close;
And golden Phoebus never be beheld
Of eyes again so royal! Your crown's awry;
I'll mend it, and then play.
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