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1. Act I, Scene 1
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Alexandria. A room in CLEOPATRA’s palace.
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[Enter DEMETRIUS and PHILO]
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Philo.
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Nay, but this dotage of our general's
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O'erflows the measure: those his goodly eyes,
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That o'er the files and musters of the war
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Have glow'd like plated Mars, now bend, now turn,
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The office and devotion of their view
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Upon a tawny front: his captain's heart,
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Which in the scuffles of great fights hath burst
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The buckles on his breast, reneges all temper,
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And is become the bellows and the fan
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To cool a gipsy's lust.
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[Flourish. Enter ANTONY, CLEOPATRA, her Ladies,]
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the Train, with Eunuchs fanning her]
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Look, where they come:
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Take but good note, and you shall see in him.
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The triple pillar of the world transform'd
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Into a strumpet's fool: behold and see.
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Cleopatra.
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If it be love indeed, tell me how much.
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Antony.
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There's beggary in the love that can be reckon'd.
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Cleopatra.
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I'll set a bourn how far to be beloved.
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Antony.
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Then must thou needs find out new heaven, new earth.
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[Enter an Attendant]
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Attendant.
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News, my good lord, from Rome.
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Antony.
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Grates me: the sum.
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Cleopatra.
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Nay, hear them, Antony:
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Fulvia perchance is angry; or, who knows
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If the scarce-bearded Caesar have not sent
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His powerful mandate to you, 'Do this, or this;
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Take in that kingdom, and enfranchise that;
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Perform 't, or else we damn thee.'
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Antony.
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How, my love!
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Cleopatra.
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Perchance! nay, and most like:
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You must not stay here longer, your dismission
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Is come from Caesar; therefore hear it, Antony.
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Where's Fulvia's process? Caesar's I would say? both?
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Call in the messengers. As I am Egypt's queen,
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Thou blushest, Antony; and that blood of thine
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Is Caesar's homager: else so thy cheek pays shame
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When shrill-tongued Fulvia scolds. The messengers!
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Antony.
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Let Rome in Tiber melt, and the wide arch
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Of the ranged empire fall! Here is my space.
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Kingdoms are clay: our dungy earth alike
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Feeds beast as man: the nobleness of life
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Is to do thus; when such a mutual pair
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[Embracing]
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And such a twain can do't, in which I bind,
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On pain of punishment, the world to weet
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We stand up peerless.
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Cleopatra.
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Excellent falsehood!
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Why did he marry Fulvia, and not love her?
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I'll seem the fool I am not; Antony
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Will be himself.
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Antony.
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But stirr'd by Cleopatra.
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Now, for the love of Love and her soft hours,
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Let's not confound the time with conference harsh:
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There's not a minute of our lives should stretch
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Without some pleasure now. What sport tonight?
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Cleopatra.
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Hear the ambassadors.
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Antony.
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Fie, wrangling queen!
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Whom every thing becomes, to chide, to laugh,
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To weep; whose every passion fully strives
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To make itself, in thee, fair and admired!
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No messenger, but thine; and all alone
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To-night we'll wander through the streets and note
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The qualities of people. Come, my queen;
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Last night you did desire it: speak not to us.
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[Exeunt MARK ANTONY and CLEOPATRA with]
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their train]
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Demetrius.
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Is Caesar with Antonius prized so slight?
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Philo.
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Sir, sometimes, when he is not Antony,
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He comes too short of that great property
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Which still should go with Antony.
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Demetrius.
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I am full sorry
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That he approves the common liar, who
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Thus speaks of him at Rome: but I will hope
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Of better deeds to-morrow. Rest you happy!
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[Exeunt]
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2. Act I, Scene 2
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The same. Another room.
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[Enter CHARMIAN, IRAS, ALEXAS, and a Soothsayer]
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Charmian.
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Lord Alexas, sweet Alexas, most any thing Alexas,
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almost most absolute Alexas, where's the soothsayer
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that you praised so to the queen? O, that I knew
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this husband, which, you say, must charge his horns
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with garlands!
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Alexas.
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Soothsayer!
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Soothsayer.
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Your will?
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Charmian.
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Is this the man? Is't you, sir, that know things?
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Soothsayer.
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In nature's infinite book of secrecy
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A little I can read.
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Alexas.
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Show him your hand.
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[Enter DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS]
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Domitius Enobarus.
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Bring in the banquet quickly; wine enough
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Cleopatra's health to drink.
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Charmian.
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Good sir, give me good fortune.
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Soothsayer.
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I make not, but foresee.
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Charmian.
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Pray, then, foresee me one.
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Soothsayer.
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You shall be yet far fairer than you are.
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Charmian.
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He means in flesh.
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Iras.
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No, you shall paint when you are old.
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Charmian.
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Wrinkles forbid!
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Alexas.
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Vex not his prescience; be attentive.
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Charmian.
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Hush!
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Soothsayer.
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You shall be more beloving than beloved.
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Charmian.
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I had rather heat my liver with drinking.
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Alexas.
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Nay, hear him.
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Charmian.
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Good now, some excellent fortune! Let me be married
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to three kings in a forenoon, and widow them all:
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let me have a child at fifty, to whom Herod of Jewry
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may do homage: find me to marry me with Octavius
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Caesar, and companion me with my mistress.
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Soothsayer.
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You shall outlive the lady whom you serve.
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Charmian.
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O excellent! I love long life better than figs.
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Soothsayer.
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You have seen and proved a fairer former fortune
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Than that which is to approach.
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Charmian.
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Then belike my children shall have no names:
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prithee, how many boys and wenches must I have?
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Soothsayer.
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If every of your wishes had a womb.
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And fertile every wish, a million.
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Charmian.
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Out, fool! I forgive thee for a witch.
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Alexas.
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You think none but your sheets are privy to your wishes.
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Charmian.
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Nay, come, tell Iras hers.
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Alexas.
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We'll know all our fortunes.
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Domitius Enobarus.
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Mine, and most of our fortunes, to-night, shall
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be—drunk to bed.
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Iras.
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There's a palm presages chastity, if nothing else.
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Charmian.
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E'en as the o'erflowing Nilus presageth famine.
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Iras.
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Go, you wild bedfellow, you cannot soothsay.
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Charmian.
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Nay, if an oily palm be not a fruitful
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prognostication, I cannot scratch mine ear. Prithee,
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tell her but a worky-day fortune.
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Soothsayer.
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Your fortunes are alike.
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Iras.
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But how, but how? give me particulars.
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Soothsayer.
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I have said.
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Iras.
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Am I not an inch of fortune better than she?
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Charmian.
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Well, if you were but an inch of fortune better than
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I, where would you choose it?
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Iras.
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Not in my husband's nose.
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Charmian.
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Our worser thoughts heavens mend! Alexas,—come,
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his fortune, his fortune! O, let him marry a woman
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that cannot go, sweet Isis, I beseech thee! and let
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her die too, and give him a worse! and let worst
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follow worse, till the worst of all follow him
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laughing to his grave, fifty-fold a cuckold! Good
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Isis, hear me this prayer, though thou deny me a
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matter of more weight; good Isis, I beseech thee!
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Iras.
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Amen. Dear goddess, hear that prayer of the people!
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for, as it is a heartbreaking to see a handsome man
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loose-wived, so it is a deadly sorrow to behold a
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foul knave uncuckolded: therefore, dear Isis, keep
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decorum, and fortune him accordingly!
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Charmian.
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Amen.
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Alexas.
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Lo, now, if it lay in their hands to make me a
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cuckold, they would make themselves whores, but
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they'ld do't!
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Domitius Enobarus.
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Hush! here comes Antony.
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Charmian.
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Not he; the queen.
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[Enter CLEOPATRA]
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Cleopatra.
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Saw you my lord?
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Domitius Enobarus.
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No, lady.
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Cleopatra.
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Was he not here?
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Charmian.
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No, madam.
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Cleopatra.
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He was disposed to mirth; but on the sudden
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A Roman thought hath struck him. Enobarbus!
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Domitius Enobarus.
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Madam?
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Cleopatra.
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Seek him, and bring him hither.
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Where's Alexas?
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Alexas.
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Here, at your service. My lord approaches.
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Cleopatra.
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We will not look upon him: go with us.
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[Enter MARK ANTONY with a Messenger and Attendants]
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Messenger.
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Fulvia thy wife first came into the field.
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Antony.
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Against my brother Lucius?
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Messenger.
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Ay:
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But soon that war had end, and the time's state
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Made friends of them, joining their force 'gainst Caesar;
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Whose better issue in the war, from Italy,
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Upon the first encounter, drave them.
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Antony.
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Well, what worst?
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Messenger.
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The nature of bad news infects the teller.
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Antony.
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When it concerns the fool or coward. On:
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Things that are past are done with me. 'Tis thus:
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Who tells me true, though in his tale lie death,
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I hear him as he flatter'd.
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Messenger.
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Labienus—
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This is stiff news—hath, with his Parthian force,
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Extended Asia from Euphrates;
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His conquering banner shook from Syria
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To Lydia and to Ionia; Whilst—
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Antony.
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Antony, thou wouldst say,—
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Messenger.
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O, my lord!
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Antony.
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Speak to me home, mince not the general tongue:
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Name Cleopatra as she is call'd in Rome;
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Rail thou in Fulvia's phrase; and taunt my faults
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With such full licence as both truth and malice
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Have power to utter. O, then we bring forth weeds,
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When our quick minds lie still; and our ills told us
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Is as our earing. Fare thee well awhile.
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Messenger.
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At your noble pleasure.
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[Exit]
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Antony.
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From Sicyon, ho, the news! Speak there!
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The man from Sicyon,—is there such an one?
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Second Attendant.
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He stays upon your will.
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Antony.
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Let him appear.
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These strong Egyptian fetters I must break,
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Or lose myself in dotage.
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[Enter another Messenger]
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What are you?
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Second Messenger.
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Fulvia thy wife is dead.
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Where died she?
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Second Messenger.
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In Sicyon:
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Her length of sickness, with what else more serious
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Importeth thee to know, this bears.
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Forbear me.
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There's a great spirit gone! Thus did I desire it:
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What our contempt doth often hurl from us,
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We wish it ours again; the present pleasure,
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By revolution lowering, does become
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The opposite of itself: she's good, being gone;
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The hand could pluck her back that shoved her on.
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I must from this enchanting queen break off:
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Ten thousand harms, more than the ills I know,
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My idleness doth hatch. How now! Enobarbus!
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Domitius Enobarus.
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What's your pleasure, sir?
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Antony.
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I must with haste from hence.
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Domitius Enobarus.
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Why, then, we kill all our women:
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we see how mortal an unkindness is to them;
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if they suffer our departure, death's the word.
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Antony.
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I must be gone.
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Domitius Enobarus.
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Under a compelling occasion, let women die; it were
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pity to cast them away for nothing; though, between
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them and a great cause, they should be esteemed
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nothing. Cleopatra, catching but the least noise of
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this, dies instantly; I have seen her die twenty
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times upon far poorer moment: I do think there is
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mettle in death, which commits some loving act upon
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her, she hath such a celerity in dying.
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Antony.
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She is cunning past man's thought.
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Alack, sir, no; her passions are made of nothing but
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the finest part of pure love: we cannot call her
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winds and waters sighs and tears; they are greater
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storms and tempests than almanacs can report: this
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cannot be cunning in her; if it be, she makes a
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shower of rain as well as Jove.
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Antony.
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Would I had never seen her.
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Domitius Enobarus.
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O, sir, you had then left unseen a wonderful piece
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of work; which not to have been blest withal would
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have discredited your travel.
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Antony.
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Fulvia is dead.
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Domitius Enobarus.
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Sir?
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Antony.
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Fulvia is dead.
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Domitius Enobarus.
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Fulvia!
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Antony.
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Dead.
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Domitius Enobarus.
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Why, sir, give the gods a thankful sacrifice. When
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it pleaseth their deities to take the wife of a man
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from him, it shows to man the tailors of the earth;
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comforting therein, that when old robes are worn
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out, there are members to make new. If there were
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no more women but Fulvia, then had you indeed a cut,
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and the case to be lamented: this grief is crowned
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with consolation; your old smock brings forth a new
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petticoat: and indeed the tears live in an onion
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that should water this sorrow.
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Antony.
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The business she hath broached in the state
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Cannot endure my absence.
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Domitius Enobarus.
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And the business you have broached here cannot be
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without you; especially that of Cleopatra's, which
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wholly depends on your abode.
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Antony.
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No more light answers. Let our officers
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Have notice what we purpose. I shall break
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The cause of our expedience to the queen,
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And get her leave to part. For not alone
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The death of Fulvia, with more urgent touches,
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Do strongly speak to us; but the letters too
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Of many our contriving friends in Rome
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Petition us at home: Sextus Pompeius
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Hath given the dare to Caesar, and commands
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The empire of the sea: our slippery people,
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Whose love is never link'd to the deserver
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Till his deserts are past, begin to throw
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Pompey the Great and all his dignities
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Upon his son; who, high in name and power,
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Higher than both in blood and life, stands up
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For the main soldier: whose quality, going on,
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The sides o' the world may danger: much is breeding,
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Which, like the courser's hair, hath yet but life,
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And not a serpent's poison. Say, our pleasure,
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To such whose place is under us, requires
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Our quick remove from hence.
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Domitius Enobarus.
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I shall do't.
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[Exeunt]
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3. Act I, Scene 3
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0
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The same. Another room.
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1
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[Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, IRAS, and ALEXAS]
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2
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Cleopatra.
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3
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Where is he?
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4
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Charmian.
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5
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I did not see him since.
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6
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Cleopatra.
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7
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See where he is, who's with him, what he does:
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8
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I did not send you: if you find him sad,
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9
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Say I am dancing; if in mirth, report
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10
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That I am sudden sick: quick, and return.
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11
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[Exit ALEXAS]
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Charmian.
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13
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Madam, methinks, if you did love him dearly,
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14
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You do not hold the method to enforce
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15
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The like from him.
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16
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Cleopatra.
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17
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What should I do, I do not?
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Charmian.
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19
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In each thing give him way, cross him nothing.
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20
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Cleopatra.
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21
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Thou teachest like a fool; the way to lose him.
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22
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Charmian.
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23
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Tempt him not so too far; I wish, forbear:
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In time we hate that which we often fear.
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But here comes Antony.
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[Enter MARK ANTONY]
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27
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Cleopatra.
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28
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I am sick and sullen.
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29
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Antony.
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30
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I am sorry to give breathing to my purpose,—
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31
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Cleopatra.
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32
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Help me away, dear Charmian; I shall fall:
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33
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It cannot be thus long, the sides of nature
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34
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Will not sustain it.
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35
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Antony.
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36
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Now, my dearest queen,—
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37
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Cleopatra.
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38
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Pray you, stand further from me.
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39
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Antony.
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40
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What's the matter?
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41
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Cleopatra.
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42
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I know, by that same eye, there's some good news.
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43
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What says the married woman? You may go:
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44
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Would she had never given you leave to come!
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45
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Let her not say 'tis I that keep you here:
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I have no power upon you; hers you are.
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Antony.
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48
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The gods best know,—
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Cleopatra.
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50
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O, never was there queen
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51
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So mightily betray'd! yet at the first
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52
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I saw the treasons planted.
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53
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Antony.
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54
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Cleopatra,—
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55
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Cleopatra.
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56
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Why should I think you can be mine and true,
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57
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Though you in swearing shake the throned gods,
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58
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Who have been false to Fulvia? Riotous madness,
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59
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To be entangled with those mouth-made vows,
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60
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Which break themselves in swearing!
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61
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Antony.
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62
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Most sweet queen,—
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63
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Cleopatra.
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64
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Nay, pray you, seek no colour for your going,
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65
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But bid farewell, and go: when you sued staying,
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66
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Then was the time for words: no going then;
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67
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Eternity was in our lips and eyes,
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68
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Bliss in our brows' bent; none our parts so poor,
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69
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But was a race of heaven: they are so still,
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70
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Or thou, the greatest soldier of the world,
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71
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Art turn'd the greatest liar.
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72
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Antony.
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73
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How now, lady!
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74
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Cleopatra.
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75
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I would I had thy inches; thou shouldst know
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76
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There were a heart in Egypt.
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77
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Antony.
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78
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Hear me, queen:
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79
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The strong necessity of time commands
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80
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Our services awhile; but my full heart
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81
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Remains in use with you. Our Italy
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82
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Shines o'er with civil swords: Sextus Pompeius
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83
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Makes his approaches to the port of Rome:
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84
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Equality of two domestic powers
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85
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Breed scrupulous faction: the hated, grown to strength,
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86
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Are newly grown to love: the condemn'd Pompey,
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87
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Rich in his father's honour, creeps apace,
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88
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Into the hearts of such as have not thrived
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89
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Upon the present state, whose numbers threaten;
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90
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And quietness, grown sick of rest, would purge
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91
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By any desperate change: my more particular,
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92
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And that which most with you should safe my going,
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93
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Is Fulvia's death.
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94
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Cleopatra.
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95
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Though age from folly could not give me freedom,
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96
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It does from childishness: can Fulvia die?
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97
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Antony.
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98
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She's dead, my queen:
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99
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Look here, and at thy sovereign leisure read
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100
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The garboils she awaked; at the last, best:
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101
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See when and where she died.
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102
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Cleopatra.
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103
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O most false love!
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104
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Where be the sacred vials thou shouldst fill
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105
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With sorrowful water? Now I see, I see,
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106
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In Fulvia's death, how mine received shall be.
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107
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Antony.
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108
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Quarrel no more, but be prepared to know
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109
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The purposes I bear; which are, or cease,
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110
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As you shall give the advice. By the fire
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111
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That quickens Nilus' slime, I go from hence
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112
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Thy soldier, servant; making peace or war
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113
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As thou affect'st.
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114
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Cleopatra.
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115
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Cut my lace, Charmian, come;
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116
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But let it be: I am quickly ill, and well,
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117
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So Antony loves.
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118
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Antony.
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119
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My precious queen, forbear;
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120
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And give true evidence to his love, which stands
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121
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An honourable trial.
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122
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Cleopatra.
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123
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So Fulvia told me.
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124
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I prithee, turn aside and weep for her,
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125
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Then bid adieu to me, and say the tears
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126
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Belong to Egypt: good now, play one scene
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127
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Of excellent dissembling; and let it look
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128
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Life perfect honour.
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129
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Antony.
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130
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You'll heat my blood: no more.
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131
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Cleopatra.
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132
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You can do better yet; but this is meetly.
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133
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Antony.
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134
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Now, by my sword,—
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135
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Cleopatra.
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136
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And target. Still he mends;
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137
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But this is not the best. Look, prithee, Charmian,
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138
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How this Herculean Roman does become
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139
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The carriage of his chafe.
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140
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Antony.
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141
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I'll leave you, lady.
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142
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Cleopatra.
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143
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Courteous lord, one word.
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144
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Sir, you and I must part, but that's not it:
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145
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Sir, you and I have loved, but there's not it;
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146
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That you know well: something it is I would,
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147
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O, my oblivion is a very Antony,
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148
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And I am all forgotten.
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149
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Antony.
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150
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But that your royalty
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151
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Holds idleness your subject, I should take you
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152
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For idleness itself.
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153
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Cleopatra.
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154
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'Tis sweating labour
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155
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To bear such idleness so near the heart
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156
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As Cleopatra this. But, sir, forgive me;
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157
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Since my becomings kill me, when they do not
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158
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Eye well to you: your honour calls you hence;
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159
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Therefore be deaf to my unpitied folly.
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160
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And all the gods go with you! upon your sword
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161
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Sit laurel victory! and smooth success
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162
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Be strew'd before your feet!
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163
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Antony.
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164
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Let us go. Come;
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165
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Our separation so abides, and flies,
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166
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That thou, residing here, go'st yet with me,
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167
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And I, hence fleeting, here remain with thee. Away!
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4. Act I, Scene 4
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Rome. OCTAVIUS CAESAR’s house.
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[Enter OCTAVIUS CAESAR, reading a letter, LEPIDUS,] [p]and their Train]
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Octavius.
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You may see, Lepidus, and henceforth know,
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It is not Caesar's natural vice to hate
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Our great competitor: from Alexandria
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This is the news: he fishes, drinks, and wastes
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7
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The lamps of night in revel; is not more man-like
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8
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Than Cleopatra; nor the queen of Ptolemy
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More womanly than he; hardly gave audience, or
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10
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Vouchsafed to think he had partners: you shall find there
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11
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A man who is the abstract of all faults
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12
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That all men follow.
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Lepidus.
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I must not think there are
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Evils enow to darken all his goodness:
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His faults in him seem as the spots of heaven,
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More fiery by night's blackness; hereditary,
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Rather than purchased; what he cannot change,
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Than what he chooses.
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Octavius.
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You are too indulgent. Let us grant, it is not
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Amiss to tumble on the bed of Ptolemy;
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To give a kingdom for a mirth; to sit
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And keep the turn of tippling with a slave;
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To reel the streets at noon, and stand the buffet
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With knaves that smell of sweat: say this
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becomes him,—
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As his composure must be rare indeed
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Whom these things cannot blemish,—yet must Antony
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No way excuse his soils, when we do bear
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So great weight in his lightness. If he fill'd
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His vacancy with his voluptuousness,
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Full surfeits, and the dryness of his bones,
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Call on him for't: but to confound such time,
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That drums him from his sport, and speaks as loud
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As his own state and ours,—'tis to be chid
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As we rate boys, who, being mature in knowledge,
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Pawn their experience to their present pleasure,
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And so rebel to judgment.
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[Enter a Messenger]
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Lepidus.
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Here's more news.
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Messenger.
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Thy biddings have been done; and every hour,
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Most noble Caesar, shalt thou have report
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How 'tis abroad. Pompey is strong at sea;
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And it appears he is beloved of those
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That only have fear'd Caesar: to the ports
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The discontents repair, and men's reports
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Give him much wrong'd.
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Octavius.
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I should have known no less.
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It hath been taught us from the primal state,
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That he which is was wish'd until he were;
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And the ebb'd man, ne'er loved till ne'er worth love,
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Comes dear'd by being lack'd. This common body,
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Like to a vagabond flag upon the stream,
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Goes to and back, lackeying the varying tide,
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To rot itself with motion.
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Messenger.
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Caesar, I bring thee word,
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Menecrates and Menas, famous pirates,
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Make the sea serve them, which they ear and wound
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With keels of every kind: many hot inroads
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They make in Italy; the borders maritime
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Lack blood to think on't, and flush youth revolt:
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No vessel can peep forth, but 'tis as soon
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Taken as seen; for Pompey's name strikes more
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Than could his war resisted.
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Octavius.
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Antony,
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Leave thy lascivious wassails. When thou once
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Wast beaten from Modena, where thou slew'st
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Hirtius and Pansa, consuls, at thy heel
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Did famine follow; whom thou fought'st against,
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Though daintily brought up, with patience more
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Than savages could suffer: thou didst drink
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The stale of horses, and the gilded puddle
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Which beasts would cough at: thy palate then did deign
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The roughest berry on the rudest hedge;
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Yea, like the stag, when snow the pasture sheets,
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The barks of trees thou browsed'st; on the Alps
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It is reported thou didst eat strange flesh,
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Which some did die to look on: and all this—
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It wounds thine honour that I speak it now—
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Was borne so like a soldier, that thy cheek
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So much as lank'd not.
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Lepidus.
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'Tis pity of him.
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Octavius.
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Let his shames quickly
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Drive him to Rome: 'tis time we twain
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Did show ourselves i' the field; and to that end
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Assemble we immediate council: Pompey
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Thrives in our idleness.
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Lepidus.
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To-morrow, Caesar,
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I shall be furnish'd to inform you rightly
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Both what by sea and land I can be able
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To front this present time.
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Octavius.
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Till which encounter,
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It is my business too. Farewell.
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Lepidus.
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Farewell, my lord: what you shall know meantime
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Of stirs abroad, I shall beseech you, sir,
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To let me be partaker.
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Octavius.
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Doubt not, sir;
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I knew it for my bond.
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[Exeunt]
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5. Act I, Scene 5
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Alexandria. CLEOPATRA’s palace.
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[Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, IRAS, and MARDIAN]
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Cleopatra.
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Charmian!
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Charmian.
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Madam?
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Cleopatra.
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Ha, ha!
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Give me to drink mandragora.
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Charmian.
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Why, madam?
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Cleopatra.
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That I might sleep out this great gap of time
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My Antony is away.
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Charmian.
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You think of him too much.
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Cleopatra.
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O, 'tis treason!
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Charmian.
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Madam, I trust, not so.
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Cleopatra.
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Thou, eunuch Mardian!
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Mardian.
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What's your highness' pleasure?
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Cleopatra.
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Not now to hear thee sing; I take no pleasure
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In aught an eunuch has: 'tis well for thee,
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That, being unseminar'd, thy freer thoughts
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May not fly forth of Egypt. Hast thou affections?
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Mardian.
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Yes, gracious madam.
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Cleopatra.
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Indeed!
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Mardian.
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Not in deed, madam; for I can do nothing
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But what indeed is honest to be done:
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Yet have I fierce affections, and think
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What Venus did with Mars.
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Cleopatra.
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O Charmian,
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Where think'st thou he is now? Stands he, or sits he?
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Or does he walk? or is he on his horse?
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O happy horse, to bear the weight of Antony!
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Do bravely, horse! for wot'st thou whom thou movest?
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The demi-Atlas of this earth, the arm
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And burgonet of men. He's speaking now,
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Or murmuring 'Where's my serpent of old Nile?'
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For so he calls me: now I feed myself
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With most delicious poison. Think on me,
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That am with Phoebus' amorous pinches black,
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And wrinkled deep in time? Broad-fronted Caesar,
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When thou wast here above the ground, I was
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A morsel for a monarch: and great Pompey
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Would stand and make his eyes grow in my brow;
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There would he anchor his aspect and die
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With looking on his life.
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[Enter ALEXAS, from OCTAVIUS CAESAR]
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Alexas.
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Sovereign of Egypt, hail!
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Cleopatra.
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How much unlike art thou Mark Antony!
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Yet, coming from him, that great medicine hath
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With his tinct gilded thee.
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How goes it with my brave Mark Antony?
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Alexas.
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Last thing he did, dear queen,
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He kiss'd,—the last of many doubled kisses,—
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This orient pearl. His speech sticks in my heart.
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Cleopatra.
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Mine ear must pluck it thence.
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Alexas.
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'Good friend,' quoth he,
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'Say, the firm Roman to great Egypt sends
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This treasure of an oyster; at whose foot,
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74
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To mend the petty present, I will piece
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Her opulent throne with kingdoms; all the east,
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Say thou, shall call her mistress.' So he nodded,
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And soberly did mount an arm-gaunt steed,
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Who neigh'd so high, that what I would have spoke
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Was beastly dumb'd by him.
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Cleopatra.
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What, was he sad or merry?
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Alexas.
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Like to the time o' the year between the extremes
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Of hot and cold, he was nor sad nor merry.
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Cleopatra.
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O well-divided disposition! Note him,
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Note him good Charmian, 'tis the man; but note him:
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He was not sad, for he would shine on those
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That make their looks by his; he was not merry,
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Which seem'd to tell them his remembrance lay
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In Egypt with his joy; but between both:
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O heavenly mingle! Be'st thou sad or merry,
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The violence of either thee becomes,
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So does it no man else. Met'st thou my posts?
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Alexas.
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Ay, madam, twenty several messengers:
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Why do you send so thick?
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Cleopatra.
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Who's born that day
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When I forget to send to Antony,
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Shall die a beggar. Ink and paper, Charmian.
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Welcome, my good Alexas. Did I, Charmian,
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Ever love Caesar so?
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Charmian.
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O that brave Caesar!
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Cleopatra.
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Be choked with such another emphasis!
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Say, the brave Antony.
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Charmian.
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The valiant Caesar!
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Cleopatra.
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By Isis, I will give thee bloody teeth,
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If thou with Caesar paragon again
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My man of men.
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Charmian.
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By your most gracious pardon,
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I sing but after you.
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Cleopatra.
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119
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My salad days,
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120
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When I was green in judgment: cold in blood,
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To say as I said then! But, come, away;
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122
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Get me ink and paper:
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He shall have every day a several greeting,
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124
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Or I'll unpeople Egypt.
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