Antony and Cleopatra quotes

If it be love indeed, tell me how much.

There’s beggary in the love that can be reckon’d.

I’ll set a bourn how far to be beloved.

therefore hear it, Antony. Where’s Fulvia’s process? Caesar’s I would say? both? Call in the messengers. As I am Egypt’s queen, Thou blushest, Antony; and that blood of thine Is Caesar’s homager: else so thy cheek pays shame When shrill-tongued Fulvia scolds. The messengers!

Let Rome in Tiber melt, and the wide arch

Of the ranged empire fall! Here is my space. Kingdoms are clay: our dungy earth alike Feeds beast as man: the nobleness of life Is to do thus; when such a mutual pair Embracing.

Let Rome in Tiber melt, and the wide arch Of the ranged empire fall! Here is my space.

Kingdoms are clay: our dungy earth alike

Feeds beast as man: the nobleness of life Is to do thus; when such a mutual pair Embracing. And such a twain can do’t, in which I bind, On pain of punishment, the world to weet We stand up peerless.

O excellent!

I love long life better than figs.

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

When it concerns the fool or coward. On:

Things that are past are done with me.

’Tis thus; Who tells me true, though in his tale lie death, I hear him as he flatter’d.

Under a compelling occasion, let women die: it were pity to cast them away for nothing; though, between them and a great cause, they should be esteemed nothing. Cleopatra, catching but the least noise of this, dies instantly;

I have seen her die twenty times upon far poorer moment

: I do think there is mettle in death, which commits some loving act upon her, she hath such a celerity in dying.

Nay, pray you, seek no colour for your going, But bid farewell, and go: when you sued staying, Then was the time for words: no going then;

Eternity was in our lips and eyes,

Bliss in our brows’ bent; none our parts so poor, But was a race of heaven: they are so still, Or thou, the greatest soldier of the world, Art turn’d the greatest liar.

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.

Like to the time o’ the year between the extremes Of hot and cold, he was nor sad nor merry.

O well-divided disposition!

Note him, Note him, good Charmian, ’tis the man; but note him: He was not sad, for he would shine on those That make their looks by his; he was not merry, Which seem’d to tell them his remembrance lay In Egypt with his joy;

Who’s born that day

When I forget to send to Antony,

Shall die a beggar. Ink and paper, Charmian. Welcome, my good Alexas. Did I, Charmian, Ever love Caesar so?

My salad days,

When I was green in judgment: cold in blood,

To say as I said then! But, come, away; Get me ink and paper: He shall have every day a several greeting, Or I’ll unpeople Egypt. Exeunt.

I will tell you.

The barge she sat in, like a burnish’d throne,

Burn’d on the water: the poop was beaten gold; Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them;

I will tell you. The barge she sat in, like a burnish’d throne,

Burn’d on the water: the poop was beaten gold;

Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them; the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.

Never; he will not: Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety: other women cloy The appetites they feed; but she makes hungry

Where most she satisfies: for vilest things

Become themselves in her; that the holy priests Bless her when she is riggish.

Never; he will not:

Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale

Her infinite variety: other women cloy The appetites they feed; but she makes hungry Where most she satisfies: for vilest things Become themselves in her; that the holy priests Bless her when she is riggish.

Never; he will not: Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale

Her infinite variety: other women cloy

The appetites they feed; but she makes hungry Where most she satisfies: for vilest things Become themselves in her; that the holy priests Bless her when she is riggish.

Never; he will not: Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety: other women cloy

The appetites they feed; but she makes hungry

Where most she satisfies: for vilest things Become themselves in her; that the holy priests Bless her when she is riggish.

Make thee a fortune from me.

I do not like “But yet,” it does allay

The good precedence; fie upon “But yet”! “But yet” is as a gaoler to bring forth Some monstrous malefactor. Prithee, friend, Pour out the pack of matter to mine ear, The good and bad together: he’s friends with Caesar; In state of health thou say’st;

I do not like “But yet,” it does allay

The good precedence; fie upon “But yet”!

“But yet” is as a gaoler to bring forth Some monstrous malefactor. Prithee, friend, Pour out the pack of matter to mine ear, The good and bad together: he’s friends with Caesar; In state of health thou say’st; and thou say’st free.

Some innocents ’scape not the thunderbolt. Melt Egypt into Nile! and kindly creatures Turn all to serpents! Call the slave again:

Though I am mad, I will not bite him: call.

He is afeard to come.

You have done well by water.

I will praise any man that will praise me

; though it cannot be denied what I have done by land.

Farewell, my dearest sister, fare thee well: The elements be kind to thee, and make Thy spirits all of comfort! fare thee well.

The April’s in her eyes: it is love’s spring,

And these the showers to bring it on. Be cheerful.

Is it not strange, Canidius, That from Tarentum and Brundusium He could so quickly cut the Ionian sea, And take in Toryne? You have heard on’t, sweet?

Celerity is never more admired

Than by the negligent.

Celerity is never more admired

Than by the negligent.

A good rebuke, Which might have well becomed the best of men, To taunt at slackness. Canidius, we Will fight with him by sea.

I’ll yet follow The wounded chance of Antony, though my reason Sits in the wind against me. Exeunt.

Hark! the land bids me tread no more upon’t;

It is ashamed to bear me! Friends, come hither: I am so lated in the world, that I Have lost my way for ever: I have a ship Laden with gold; take that, divide it; fly, And make your peace with Caesar.

Hark! the land bids me tread no more upon’t;

It is ashamed to bear me!

Friends, come hither: I am so lated in the world, that I Have lost my way for ever: I have a ship Laden with gold; take that, divide it; fly, And make your peace with Caesar.

one of them rates All that is won and lost: give me a kiss; Even this repays me. We sent our schoolmaster; Is he come back? Love, I am full of lead. Some wine, within there, and our viands! Fortune knows

We scorn her most when most she offers blows.

Exeunt.

Aside.

Mine honesty and I begin to square.

The loyalty well held to fools does make Our faith mere folly: yet he that can endure To follow with allegiance a fall’n lord Does conquer him that did his master conquer, And earns a place i’ the story.

Aside. ’Tis better playing with a lion’s whelp

Than with an old one dying.

Moon and stars! Whip him. Were’t twenty of the greatest tributaries That do acknowledge Caesar, should I find them So saucy with the hand of she here—what’s her name, Since she was Cleopatra?

Aside.

’Tis better playing with a lion’s whelp

Than with an old one dying.

I am satisfied. Caesar sits down in Alexandria; where I will oppose his fate. Our force by land Hath nobly held; our sever’d navy too Have knit again, and fleet, threatening most sea-like.

Where hast thou been, my heart?

Dost thou hear, lady? If from the field I shall return once more To kiss these lips, I will appear in blood; I and my sword will earn our chronicle: There’s hope in’t yet.

Where hast thou been, my heart? Dost thou hear, lady? If from the field I shall return once more To kiss these lips, I will appear in blood; I and my sword will earn our chronicle: There’s hope in’t yet.

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:

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.

It is my birth-day: I had thought to have held it poor; but, since my lord Is Antony again, I will be Cleopatra.

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;

Now he’ll outstare the lightning. To be furious, Is to be frighted out of fear; and in that mood The dove will peck the estridge; and I see still, A diminution in our captain’s brain Restores his heart: when valour preys on reason,

It eats the sword it fights with.

I will seek Some way to leave him. Exit.

To the monument! Mardian, go tell him I have slain myself; Say, that the last I spoke was “Antony,” And word it, prithee, piteously: hence, Mardian, And bring me how he takes my death. To the monument! Exeunt.

Eros, thou yet behold’st me?

Sometimes we see a cloud that’s dragonish; A vapour sometime like a bear or lion, A tower’d citadel, a pendent rock, A forked mountain, or blue promontory With trees upon’t, that nod unto the world, And mock our eyes with air:

Eros, thou yet behold’st me?

Sometimes we see a cloud that’s dragonish;

A vapour sometime like a bear or lion, A tower’d citadel, a pendent rock, A forked mountain, or blue promontory With trees upon’t, that nod unto the world, And mock our eyes with air: thou hast seen these signs; They are black vesper’s pageants.

So it should be, that none but Antony Should conquer Antony; but woe ’tis so!

I am dying, Egypt, dying; only

I here importune death awhile, until Of many thousand kisses the poor last I lay upon thy lips.

I am dying, Egypt, dying; only I here importune death awhile, until Of many thousand kisses the poor last

I lay upon thy lips.

I dare not, dear— Dear my lord, pardon—I dare not, Lest I be taken: not the imperious show Of the full-fortuned Caesar ever shall Be brooch’d with me; if knife, drugs, serpents, have Edge, sting, or operation, I am safe:

I am dying, Egypt, dying; only

I here importune death awhile, until

Of many thousand kisses the poor last I lay upon thy lips.

I am dying, Egypt, dying; only I here importune death awhile, until

Of many thousand kisses the poor last

I lay upon thy lips.

Noblest of men, woo’t die? Hast thou no care of me? shall I abide In this dull world, which in thy absence is No better than a sty? O, see, my women, Antony dies. The crown o’ the earth doth melt. My lord!

O, wither’d is the garland of the war,

The soldier’s pole is fall’n: young boys and girls Are level now with men; the odds is gone, And there is nothing left remarkable Beneath the visiting moon. Faints.

shall I abide In this dull world, which in thy absence is No better than a sty? O, see, my women, Antony dies. The crown o’ the earth doth melt. My lord! O, wither’d is the garland of the war,

The soldier’s pole is fall’n: young boys and girls

Are level now with men; the odds is gone, And there is nothing left remarkable Beneath the visiting moon. Faints.

O, see, my women, Antony dies. The crown o’ the earth doth melt. My lord! O, wither’d is the garland of the war, The soldier’s pole is fall’n: young boys and girls

Are level now with men; the odds is gone,

And there is nothing left remarkable Beneath the visiting moon. Faints.

O, see, my women, Antony dies. The crown o’ the earth doth melt. My lord! O, wither’d is the garland of the war, The soldier’s pole is fall’n: young boys and girls Are level now with men; the odds is gone,

And there is nothing left remarkable

Beneath the visiting moon. Faints.

The crown o’ the earth doth melt. My lord! O, wither’d is the garland of the war, The soldier’s pole is fall’n: young boys and girls Are level now with men; the odds is gone, And there is nothing left remarkable

Beneath the visiting moon.

Faints.

His face was as the heavens; and therein stuck A sun and moon, which kept their course, and lighted The little O, the earth.

His legs bestrid the ocean: his rear’d arm

Crested the world: his voice was propertied As all the tuned spheres, and that to friends; But when he meant to quail and shake the orb, He was as rattling thunder. For his bounty, There was no winter in’t;

His legs bestrid the ocean: his rear’d arm Crested the world: his voice was propertied As all the tuned spheres, and that to friends; But when he meant to quail and shake the orb, He was as rattling thunder. For his bounty,

There was no winter in’t; an autumn ’twas

That grew the more by reaping: his delights Were dolphin-like; they show’d his back above The element they lived in: in his livery Walk’d crowns and crownets; realms and islands were As plates dropp’d from his pocket.

his rear’d arm Crested the world: his voice was propertied As all the tuned spheres, and that to friends; But when he meant to quail and shake the orb, He was as rattling thunder. For his bounty, There was no winter in’t; an autumn ’twas

That grew the more by reaping: his delights

Were dolphin-like; they show’d his back above The element they lived in: in his livery Walk’d crowns and crownets; realms and islands were As plates dropp’d from his pocket.

But when he meant to quail and shake the orb, He was as rattling thunder. For his bounty, There was no winter in’t; an autumn ’twas That grew the more by reaping: his delights

Were dolphin-like; they show’d his back above

The element they lived in: in his livery Walk’d crowns and crownets; realms and islands were As plates dropp’d from his pocket.

But when he meant to quail and shake the orb, He was as rattling thunder. For his bounty, There was no winter in’t; an autumn ’twas That grew the more by reaping: his delights Were dolphin-like; they show’d his back above

The element they lived in

: in his livery Walk’d crowns and crownets; realms and islands were As plates dropp’d from his pocket.

His legs bestrid the ocean: his rear’d arm

Crested the world: his voice was propertied

As all the tuned spheres, and that to friends; But when he meant to quail and shake the orb, He was as rattling thunder. For his bounty, There was no winter in’t; an autumn ’twas That grew the more by reaping: his delights Were dolphin-like;

Cleopatra, Not what you have reserved, nor what acknowledged, Put we i’ the roll of conquest: still be’t yours, Bestow it at your pleasure; and believe, Caesar’s no merchant, to make prize with you Of things that merchants sold. Therefore be cheer’d;

Make not your thoughts your prisons

: no, dear queen; For we intend so to dispose you as Yourself shall give us counsel. Feed, and sleep: Our care and pity is so much upon you, That we remain your friend; and so, adieu.