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PHILONay, but this dotage of our general's
O'erflows the measure: those his goodly eyes,
That o'er the files and musters of the war
Have glow'd like plated Mars, now bend, now turn,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 5The office and devotion of their view
Upon a tawny front: his captain's heart,
Which in the scuffles of great fights hath burst
The buckles on his breast, reneges all temper,
And is become the bellows and the fan
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 10To cool a gipsy's lust.
Look, where they come:
Take but good note, and you shall see in him.
The triple pillar of the world transform'd
Into a strumpet's fool: behold and see.
CLEOPATRAAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 15If it be love indeed, tell me how much.
MARK ANTONYThere's beggary in the love that can be reckon'd.
CLEOPATRAI'll set a bourn how far to be beloved.
MARK ANTONYThen must thou needs find out new heaven, new earth.
AttendantNews, my good lord, from Rome.
MARK ANTONYAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 20Grates me: the sum.
CLEOPATRANay, hear them, Antony:
Fulvia perchance is angry; or, who knows
If the scarce-bearded Caesar have not sent
His powerful mandate to you, 'Do this, or this;
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 25Take in that kingdom, and enfranchise that;
Perform 't, or else we damn thee.'
MARK ANTONYHow, my love!
CLEOPATRAPerchance! nay, and most like:
You must not stay here longer, your dismission
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 30Is come from Caesar; 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
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 35When shrill-tongued Fulvia scolds. The messengers!
MARK ANTONYLet 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
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 40Is to do thus; when such a mutual pair
And such a twain can do't, in which I bind,
On pain of punishment, the world to weet
We stand up peerless.
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 45Why did he marry Fulvia, and not love her?
I'll seem the fool I am not; Antony
Will be himself.
MARK ANTONYBut stirr'd by Cleopatra.
Now, for the love of Love and her soft hours,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 50Let's not confound the time with conference harsh:
There's not a minute of our lives should stretch
Without some pleasure now. What sport tonight?
CLEOPATRAHear the ambassadors.
MARK ANTONYFie, wrangling queen!
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 55Whom every thing becomes, to chide, to laugh,
To weep; whose every passion fully strives
To make itself, in thee, fair and admired!
No messenger, but thine; and all alone
To-night we'll wander through the streets and note
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 60The qualities of people. Come, my queen;
Last night you did desire it: speak not to us.
DEMETRIUSIs Caesar with Antonius prized so slight?
PHILOSir, sometimes, when he is not Antony,
He comes too short of that great property
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 65Which still should go with Antony.
DEMETRIUSI am full sorry
That he approves the common liar, who
Thus speaks of him at Rome: but I will hope
Of better deeds to-morrow. Rest you happy!