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All's Well That Ends Well
[I, 1] |
Helena |
202 |
You go so much backward when you fight.
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2 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 2] |
Antony |
715 |
'Tis spoken well.
Were we before our armies, and to fight.
I should do thus.
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3 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 6] |
Pompey |
1212 |
Your hostages I have, so have you mine;
And we shall talk before we fight.
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4 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 6] |
Pompey |
1306 |
Let me shake thy hand;
I never hated thee: I have seen thee fight,
When I have envied thy behavior.
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5 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 6] |
Domitius Enobarus |
1338 |
We came hither to fight with you.
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6 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[III, 7] |
Antony |
1969 |
A good rebuke,
Which might have well becomed the best of men,
To taunt at slackness. Canidius, we
Will fight with him by sea.
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7 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[III, 7] |
Domitius Enobarus |
1976 |
So hath my lord dared him to single fight.
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8 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[III, 7] |
Antony |
1997 |
I'll fight at sea.
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9 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[III, 7] |
Soldier |
2014 |
O noble emperor, do not fight by sea;
Trust not to rotten planks: do you misdoubt
This sword and these my wounds? Let the Egyptians
And the Phoenicians go a-ducking; we
Have used to conquer, standing on the earth,
And fighting foot to foot.
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10 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[III, 10] |
Domitius Enobarus |
2073 |
How appears the fight?
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11 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[III, 10] |
Scarus |
2074 |
On our side like the token'd pestilence,
Where death is sure. Yon ribaudred nag of Egypt,—
Whom leprosy o'ertake!—i' the midst o' the fight,
When vantage like a pair of twins appear'd,
Both as the same, or rather ours the elder,
The breese upon her, like a cow in June,
Hoists sails and flies.
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12 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[III, 10] |
Scarus |
2084 |
She once being loof'd,
The noble ruin of her magic, Antony,
Claps on his sea-wing, and, like a doting mallard,
Leaving the fight in height, flies after her:
I never saw an action of such shame;
Experience, manhood, honour, ne'er before
Did violate so itself.
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13 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[III, 13] |
Antony |
2467 |
I will be treble-sinew'd, hearted, breathed,
And fight maliciously: for when mine hours
Were nice and lucky, men did ransom lives
Of me for jests; but now I'll set my teeth,
And send to darkness all that stop me. Come,
Let's have one other gaudy night: call to me
All my sad captains; fill our bowls once more;
Let's mock the midnight bell.
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14 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[III, 13] |
Antony |
2480 |
Do so, we'll speak to them; and to-night I'll force
The wine peep through their scars. Come on, my queen;
There's sap in't yet. The next time I do fight,
I'll make death love me; for I will contend
Even with his pestilent scythe.
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15 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[IV, 1] |
Octavius |
2507 |
Let our best heads
Know, that to-morrow the last of many battles
We mean to fight: within our files there are,
Of those that served Mark Antony but late,
Enough to fetch him in. See it done:
And feast the army; we have store to do't,
And they have earn'd the waste. Poor Antony!
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16 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[IV, 2] |
Antony |
2517 |
He will not fight with me, Domitius.
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17 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[IV, 2] |
Antony |
2522 |
To-morrow, soldier,
By sea and land I'll fight: or I will live,
Or bathe my dying honour in the blood
Shall make it live again. Woo't thou fight well?
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18 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[IV, 4] |
Antony |
2656 |
'Tis well blown, lads:
This morning, like the spirit of a youth
That means to be of note, begins betimes.
So, so; come, give me that: this way; well said.
Fare thee well, dame, whate'er becomes of me:
This is a soldier's kiss: rebukeable
[Kisses her]
And worthy shameful cheque it were, to stand
On more mechanic compliment; I'll leave thee
Now, like a man of steel. You that will fight,
Follow me close; I'll bring you to't. Adieu.
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19 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[IV, 4] |
Cleopatra |
2669 |
Lead me.
He goes forth gallantly. That he and Caesar might
Determine this great war in single fight!
Then Antony,—but now—Well, on.
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Antony and Cleopatra
[IV, 5] |
Antony |
2677 |
Would thou and those thy scars had once prevail'd
To make me fight at land!
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