Antony and Cleopatra

"Nay, but this dotage of our general's O'erflows the measure."

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

"In nature's infinite book of secrecy A little I can read."

"He was dispos'd to mirth; but on the sudden A Roman thought hath struck him."

"This grief is crowned with consolation."

"Eternity was in our lips and eyes."

"From Alexandria"

"Antony, leave thy lascivious wassails."

"Give me to drink mandragora."

"Where’s my serpent of old Nile? For so he calls me."

"I was A morsel for a monarch."

"My salad days, When I was green in judgment, cold in blood, To say as I said then!"

"Epicurean cooks Sharpen with cloyless sauce his appetite."

"Small to greater matters must give way."

"If I knew What hoop should hold us staunch, from edge to edge O' the world I would pursue it."

"The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burnt 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. For her own person, It beggar'd all description."

"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."

"I have not kept my square; but that to come Shall all be done by the rule."

"If thou dost play with him at any game, Thou art sure to lose; and, of that natural luck, He beats thee 'gainst the odds; thy lustre thickens When he shines by."

"’T was merry when You wager’d on your angling; when your diver Did hang a salt-fish on his hook, which he With fervency drew up."

"Come, thou monarch of the vine, Plumpy Bacchus with pink eyne!"

"It's monstrous labour, when I wash my brain, And it grows fouler."

"Who does i’ the wars more than his captain can, Becomes his captain’s captain; and ambition, The soldier’s virtue, rather makes choice of loss, Than gain which darkens him."

"I have eyes upon him, And his affairs come to me on the wind."

"You are abused Beyond the mark of thought: and the high gods, To do you justice, make them ministers Of us and those that love you."

"Celerity is never more admir'd than by the negligent."

"Observe how Antony becomes his flaw"

"To the boy Caesar send this grizzled head, And he will fill thy wishes to the brim With principalities."

"Tell him, he wears the rose Of youth upon him."

"Men’s judgments are A parcel of their fortunes; and things outward Do draw the inward quality after them, To suffer all alike."

"Mine honesty and I begin to square."

"Authority melts from me: of late, when I cried 'Ho!' Like boys unto a muss, kings would start forth, And cry 'Your will?' Have you no ears? I am Antony yet."

"You were half blasted ere I knew you"

"You have been a boggler ever."

"Get thee back to Caesar, Tell him thy entertainment: look, thou say He makes me angry with him; for he seems Proud and disdainful, harping on what I am, Not what he knew I was: he makes me angry."

"Alack, our terrene moon Is now eclipsed; and it portends alone The fall of Antony!"

"Now I'll set my teeth, And send to darkness all that stop me."

"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'll make death love me; for I will contend Even with his pestilent scythe."

"He calls me boy; and chides, as he had power To beat me out of Egypt; my messenger He hath whipp'd with rods; dares me to personal combat, Caesar to Antony: let the old ruffian know I have many other ways to die; meantime Laugh at his challenge."

"To business that we love we rise betime, And go to ’t with delight."

"This morning, like the spirit of a youth That means to be of note, begins betimes."

"The time of universal peace is near."

"The shirt of Nessus is upon me."

"O sovereign mistress of true melancholy, The poisonous damp of night disponge upon me, That life, a very rebel to my will, May hang no longer on me."

"Let the world rank me in register A master-leaver and a fugitive: O Antony! O Antony!"

"Charmain: Be comforted, dear madam. Cleopatra: No, I will not. All strange and terrible events are welcome, But comforts we despise; our size of sorrow, Proportion'd to our cause, must be as great."

"Antony: Sometime 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. Enorbarbus: Ay, my lord. Antony: That which is now a horse, even with a thought The rack dislimns, and makes it indistinct, As water is in water."

"The seven-fold shield of Ajax cannot keep The battery from my heart. O, cleave, my sides!"

"Since Cleopatra died, I have liv’d in such dishonour, that the gods Detest my baseness."