Antony and Cleopatra - Results found: 127
He's speaking now, Or murmuring 'Where's my serpent of old Nile?' For so he calls me: now I feed myself With most delicious poison. Think on me, That am with Phoebus' amorous pinches black, And wrinkled deep in time? Broad-fronted Caesar, When thou wast here above the ground, I was A morsel for a monarch: and great Pompey Would stand and make his eyes grow in my brow; There would he anchor his aspect and die With looking on his life.
By Cleopatra,
in Antony and Cleopatra (TLN551-561),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 91
Of Love in a Soldier
Nay, but this dotage of our General
Overflows the measure those his goodly eyes. That ore the files and musters of the War Have glowed like plated Mars, now bend, now turn The Office and Devotion of their View Upon a Tawny Front: And he's become the Bellows and the Fan To cool a gypsy's Lust. —
By Philo,
in Antony and Cleopatra (TLN4-14),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 26v
His untimely Negligence
—If he filled His vacancy with his Voluptuousness, Full surfeits, and the dryness of his bones Call on him for it. But to confound such Time That drums him from his sport and speaks as loud As his own state, as ours, tis to be chid: As we rate Boys, who being mature in knowledge Pawn their Experience to their present pleasure And so rebel to Judgment ---
By Octavious Caesar,
in Antony and Cleopatra (TLN455-463),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 27
Of Anthony, Military hardiness
Of Anthony, Military hardiness
Hirtius and Pansa
Consuls. At thy heel Did famine follow whom thou fought against ( Though daintily brought up) with patience more Than Savages could suffer. Thou did drink The Stale of Horses, and the gilded Puddle
Which beasts would cough at: thy palate then did deign The roughest berry on the rudest hedge; Yea like the stag when snow the Pasture sheets which beasts would cough at -- yon the Alpes The bark of trees thou browsed -- It is reported thou did eat strange flesh, Which some did die to look on:
And all this It wounds thine honour that I speak it now-- Was born so like a soldier, that thy Cheek So much as lanked not.
By Octavious Caesar,
in Antony and Cleopatra (TLN494-507),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 28
a fine construction of Anthonys humour—
--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 seemed to tell them his remembrance lay In Egypt with his Joy, but between both. Oh heavenly Mingle! Be'est thou Sad or Merry. The Violence of either Thee becomes, So does it no man else. -----
By Cleopatra,
in Antony and Cleopatra (TLN584-592),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 28
Of Love & Luxury
– all the Charms of Love Salt Cleopatra soften thy waned Lip Let witchcraft join with beauty, Lust with both tie up the Libertine in a field of feasts Keep
his brain fuming: Epicurean Cooks Sharpen with cloyless sauce his Appetite That sleep and, feeding may prorogue his humour Even till a
Lethe'd Dulness—
By Pompey,
in Antony and Cleopatra (TLN640-647),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 29
a fine excuse condescension
Sir He fell upon me ere admitted then Three kings I had newly feasted and did want Of what I was in the morning: but next day I told him of my self, was as much As to have asked him pardon: Let this Fellow Be nothing of our Strife, if we contend Out of our question wipe him---
By Antony,
in Antony and Cleopatra (TLN766-772),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 29
Too great as too hasty military merit in the absence of the General --
More in their Officer than person. Sossius One of my Place in Syria his Lieutenant For quick accumulation of Renown Which he achieve by the minute lost his favour Who does in the wars more than his Captain can Becomes his Captains Captain: and Ambition (The Soldiers virtue ) rather makes choice of loss Than gain darkens him. I could do more to do Antonius good But it would offend him: and in his Offence Should my performance perish ---
By Ventidius,
in Antony and Cleopatra (TLN1514-1524),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 31
Anthonys Shame and generosity after the battle
I have fled myself, and have instructed Cowards To run and shew their shoulders. friends be gone
I have myself resolved upon a course Which has no need of you; be gone: My treasure's in the harbor, take it:
O I followed that I blush to look upon –
By Antony,
in Antony and Cleopatra (TLN2031-2036),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 31
Upon Anthony talkin challenging Caesar to single combat--
Yes like enough. high battled Caesar will Unstate his happiness and bee staged to the show Against a sworder: I see mens Judgments are A Parcel of their fortunes, and things outward Do draw the inward quality after them To suffer all alike that he should dream Knowing all measures, the full Caesar will Answer his Emptiness: Caesar thou hast subdued His Judgment too ---
By Domitius Enobarbus,
in Antony and Cleopatra (TLN2185-2193),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 31
Anthony resolving again to fight--
I will be treble sinewed 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 Lets have one other gawdy night: Call to me All my sad captains, fill our bowls once more Lets mark the midnight Bell.
By Antony,
in Antony and Cleopatra (TLN2362-2369),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 31
Sharpee Generosity of Anthony’s
Force of Ill Fortunes
Go Eros send his Treasure after, do it Detain no Jot I charge Thee, write to him (I will subscribe) gentle adieus and greetings Say that I wish he never find more cause To change a Master. Oh my fortunes have Corrupted honest men
By Antony,
in Antony and Cleopatra (TLN2569-2574),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 33
Antony Dying
The miserable Change now at my End Lament nor sorrow at: but please your thoughts In feeding them with thou my former fortunes Wherein I lived. The greatest Prince of the World The Noblest: and do now not barely die Nor cowardly put off my Helmet to My
countryman —A Roman by a Roman Valiantly vanquished. Now my spirit is going. I can no more –
By Antony,
in Antony and Cleopatra (TLN3062-3070),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 34v
Cleopatra resolving not to be led in Triumph
This mortal house I'll ruin Do Caesar what he can. Know Sir that I Will not wait pinioned at your Masters Court Nor once be chastised with the sober eye Of Dull Octavia. Shall they hoist me up And show me to the shouting varletry Of Censuring Rome –
By Cleopatra,
in Antony and Cleopatra (TLN3260-3266),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 34v
Nay tis most certain Iras: saucy lictors Will catch at us like Strumpets, and scald rhymers Ballad us out of Tune. The quick Comedians Extemporally will stage us: and present Our Alexandrian Revels:
Antony Shall be brought drunken forth and I shall see Some squeaking Cleopatra boy: My Greatness In the Posture of a Whore ---
By Cleopatra,
in Antony and Cleopatra (TLN3457-3464),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 34v