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Mar. As well as I can, madam.
come too short,
when You wager'd on your angling; when your
That time!-O times!
ACT III. AYBITION JEALOUS OF A TOO SUCCESSFUL FRIEND.
O Silius, Silius, I have done enough: A lower place, note well, May make too great an act: For learn this, Silius; Better leave undone, than by our deed acquire Too high a same, when him we serve's away. WHAT OCTAVIA'S ENTRANCE SHOULD HAVE BEEN. Why have
stol'n upon us thus? You come not Like Česar's sister: The wife of Antony Should have an army for an ushor, and The neighs of horse to tell of her approach, Long ere she did appear; the trees by the way, Should have borne men; and expectation fainted, Longing for what it had not: nay the dust Should have ascended to the roof of heaven, · Rais’d by your populous troops: But you are come A market-maid to Rome: and have prevented
The ostent* of our love, which, left unshown
Women are not,
FORTUNE FORMS OUR JUDGMENTS.
Mine honesty, and I, begin to square.
conquer him that did his master conquer, And earns a place i’ the story.
WISDOM SUPERIOR TO FORTUNE. Wisdom and fortune combating together, If that the former dare but what it can, No chance
shake it. VICIOUS PERSONS INFATUATED BY HEAVEN Good, my lord, But when we in our viciousness grow hard, (0 misery on't!) the wise gods sealş our eyes; In our own filth, drop our clear judgments, make us Adore our errors; laugh at us, while we strut To our confusion.
FURY EXPELS FEAR,
Now he'll out-stare 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 Restore his heart: When valour preys on reason, It eats the sword it fights with.
Show, token. † Are of a piece with them. $ Quarrel. § Close up.
A MASTER TAKING LEAVE OF HIS SERVANTI.
Tend me to-night;
I look on you,
turn you not away; but, like a master Married to your good service, stay till death: Tend me to-night two hours, I ask no more, And the gods yieldt you for't!
EARLY RISING THE WAY TO EMINENCE.
This morning, like a spirit of a youth That means to be of note, begins betimes. ANTONY TO CLEOPATRA, AT HIS RETURN WITH
VICTORY. O thou day o'the world, Chain mine arm’d neck: leap thou, attire and all, Through proof of harnessf to my heart, and there Ride on the pants triumphing.
LOATHED LIFE. O sovereign mistress of true melancholy, The poisonous damp of night disponges upon me; That life, a very rebel of my will, May hang no longer on me.
ANTONY'S DESPONDENCY. O sun, thy uprise shall I see no more: Fortune and Antony part here; eren here Do we shake hands.--All come to this? - The hearts That spaniel'd me at heels, to whom I
gave Their wishes, do discandy, melt their sweets On blossoming Cesar; and this pine is barkod, 'That overtopp'd them all.
* Perhaps. + Reward. † Armour of proof.
& Discharge, as a sponge when squeezed discharges the noisture it has imbibed. Il Split.
ANTONY'S REFLECTIONS ON HIS FADED GLORY. Sometime, we see a cloud that's dragonish: A vapour, sometimes, like a bear, or lion, A tower'd citadel, a pendant 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. Eros.
Ay, my lord.
It does, my lord.
ourselves. DESCRIPTION OF CLEOPATRA'S SUPPOSED DEATH.
Death of one person can be paid but once; And that she has discharged: What thou would'st do, Is done unto thy hand; the last she spake Was Antony! most noble Antony! Then in the midst a tearing groan did break The name of Antony; it was divided Between her heart and lips: she render'd life, Thy name so buried in her. CLEOPATRA'S REFLECTIONS
It were for me
* The fleeting clouds. † Servant.
To tell them, that this world did equal theirs,
what's brave,what's noble, Let's do it after the high Roman fashion, And make death proud to take us. Come, away: This case of that huge spirit now is cold.
My desolation does begin to make A better life: 'Tis paltry to be Cesar; Not being fortune, he's but fortune's knave,* A minister of her will: And it is great To do that thing that ends all other deeds; Which shackles accidents, and bolts up change; Which sleeps, and never palates more the dung, The beggar's nurse and Cesar’s. CLEOPATRA'S DREAM, AND DESCRIPTION OF ANTONY.
Cleo. I dream'd, there was an emperor Antony;0, such another sleep, that I might see But such another man! Dol.
If it might please you,Cleo. His face was as the heavens; and therein stuck A sun, and moon; which kept their course, and
lighted The little 0, the earth. Dol.
Most sovereign creature, Cleo. His legs bestrid the ocean: his reard arm Crested the world: his voice was propertied As all the tuned spheres, and that to friends: