Speeches (Lines) for Soothsayer
in "Antony and Cleopatra"
Total: 14

1

I,2,85

Alexas. Soothsayer!

Soothsayer. Your will?

2

I,2,87

Charmian. Is this the man? Is't you, sir, that know things?

Soothsayer. In nature's infinite book of secrecy
A little I can read.

3

I,2,94

Charmian. Good sir, give me good fortune.

Soothsayer. I make not, but foresee.

4

I,2,96

Charmian. Pray, then, foresee me one.

Soothsayer. You shall be yet far fairer than you are.

5

I,2,102

Charmian. Hush!

Soothsayer. You shall be more beloving than beloved.

6

I,2,110

Charmian. Good now, some excellent fortune! Let me be married
to three kings in a forenoon, and widow them all:
let me have a child at fifty, to whom Herod of Jewry
may do homage: find me to marry me with Octavius
Caesar, and companion me with my mistress.

Soothsayer. You shall outlive the lady whom you serve.

7

I,2,112

Charmian. O excellent! I love long life better than figs.

Soothsayer. You have seen and proved a fairer former fortune
Than that which is to approach.

8

I,2,116

Charmian. Then belike my children shall have no names:
prithee, how many boys and wenches must I have?

Soothsayer. If every of your wishes had a womb.
And fertile every wish, a million.

9

I,2,130

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

Soothsayer. Your fortunes are alike.

10

I,2,132

Iras. But how, but how? give me particulars.

Soothsayer. I have said.

11

II,3,993

Antony. Now, sirrah; you do wish yourself in Egypt?

Soothsayer. Would I had never come from thence, nor you Thither!

12

II,3,995

Antony. If you can, your reason?

Soothsayer. I see it in
My motion, have it not in my tongue: but yet
Hie you to Egypt again.

13

II,3,1000

Antony. Say to me,
Whose fortunes shall rise higher, Caesar's or mine?

Soothsayer. Caesar's.
Therefore, O Antony, stay not by his side:
Thy demon, that's thy spirit which keeps thee, is
Noble, courageous high, unmatchable,
Where Caesar's is not; but, near him, thy angel
Becomes a fear, as being o'erpower'd: therefore
Make space enough between you.

14

II,3,1008

Antony. Speak this no more.

Soothsayer. 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.