POMPEY You have made me offer Of Sicily, Sardinia; and I must Rid all the sea of pirates; then to send Measures of wheat to Rome; this ’greed upon, To part with unhacked edges, and bear back Our targes undinted. CAESAR, ANTONY and LEPIDUS That’s our offer. (2.6.34-9) Pompey’s said his piece, and gets […]
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Triumvirs to Pompey: we’re making you an offer you can’t refuse (2.6.24-34) #BurningBarge #SlowShakespeare
ANTONY Thou canst not fear us, Pompey, with thy sails. We’ll speak with thee at sea. At land thou know’st How much we do o’ercount thee. POMPEY At land indeed Thou dost o’ercount me of my father’s house, But since the cuckoo builds not for himself, Remain in’t as thou mayst. LEPIDUS Be pleased to […]
Continue ReadingPompey: I want to avenge my father! (also: Caesar ghosted Brutus!) (2.6.8-23) #BurningBarge #SlowShakespeare
POMPEY To you all three, The senators alone of this great world, Chief factors for the gods: I do not know Wherefore my father should revengers want, Having a son and friends, since Julius Caesar, Who at Philippi the good Brutus ghosted, There saw you labouring for him. What was’t That moved pale Cassius to […]
Continue ReadingPompey: We have to talk! Caesar: yes, absolutely, on our terms (2.6.1-8) #BurningBarge #SlowShakespeare
Flourish. Enter Pompey and Menas at one door, with drum and trumpet; at another, Caesar, Lepidus, Antony, Enobarbus, Maecenas, Agrippa, with soldiers marching POMPEY Your hostages I have, so have you mine, And we shall talk before we fight. CAESAR Most meet That first we come to words, and therefore have we Our written purposes before us […]
Continue ReadingHow tall is Octavia? O, my Antony! Get me out of here, girls… (2.5.110-120) #BurningBarge #SlowShakespeare
CLEOPATRA Lead me from hence. I faint. O, Iras, Charmian—’tis no matter. Go to the fellow, good Alexas, bid him Report the feature of Octavia: her years, Her inclination; let him not leave out The colour of her hair. Bring me word quickly. [Exit Alexas] Let him for ever go—let him not, Charmian; Though he […]
Continue ReadingCleopatra: perhaps this is all my own fault?! (2.5.103-110) #BurningBarge #SlowShakespeare
CLEOPATRA O that his fault should make a knave of thee, That act not what thou’rt sure of! Get thee hence. The merchandise which thou hast brought from Rome Are all too dear for me. Lie they upon thy hand, And be undone by ’em. [Exit Messenger] CHARMIAN Good your highness, patience. CLEOPATRA In […]
Continue ReadingMessenger to Cleopatra: YES ANTONY IS MARRIED OK? (2.5.93-102) #BurningBarge #SlowShakespeare
CLEOPATRA The gods confound thee! Dost thou hold there still? MESSENGER Should I lie, madam? CLEOPATRA O, I would thou didst, So half my Egypt were submerged and made A cistern for scaled snakes. Go, get thee hence. Hadst thou Narcissus in thy face, to me Thou wouldst appear most ugly. He is married? MESSENGER […]
Continue ReadingIt’s never good to bring bad news, says Cleopatra (2.5.84-92) #BurningBarge #SlowShakespeare
[Enter the Messenger again with Charmian] CLEOPATRA Come hither, sir. Though it be honest, it is never good To bring bad news. Give to a gracious message An host of tongues, but let ill tidings tell Themselves when they be felt. MESSENGER I have done my duty. CLEOPATRA Is he married? I cannot hate thee […]
Continue ReadingCharmian to Cleopatra: get a grip, woman! (2.5.75-84) #BurningBarge #SlowShakespeare
CHARMIAN Good madam, keep yourself within yourself. The man is innocent. CLEOPATRA 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! CHARMIAN He is afeard to come. CLEOPATRA I will not hurt him. […]
Continue ReadingMessenger, narrowly escaping shooting (2.5.66-74) #BurningBarge #SlowShakespeare
MESSENGER Gracious madam, I that do bring the news made not the match. CLEOPATRA Say ’tis not so, a province I will give thee, And make thy fortunes proud. The blow thou hadst Shall make thy peace for moving me to rage, And I will boot thee with what gift beside Thy modesty can beg. […]
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