MESSENGER Free, madam? No, I made no such report. He’s bound unto Octavia. CLEOPATRA For what good turn? MESSENGER For the best turn i’th’ bed. CLEOPATRA I am pale, Charmian. MESSENGER Madam, he’s married to Octavia. CLEOPATRA The most infectious pestilence upon thee! [She] strikes him down MESSENGER Good madam, patience! CLEOPATRA What say you? […]
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How long can the messenger hold out? breaking the news to Cleopatra… (2.5.46-56) #BurningBarge #SlowShakespeare
MESSENGER Madam, he’s well. CLEOPATRA Well said. MESSENGER And friends with Caesar. CLEOPATRA Thou’rt an honest man. MESSENGER Caesar and he are greater friends than ever. CLEOPATRA Make thee a fortune from me. MESSENGER But yet, madam— CLEOPATRA I do not like ‘But yet’, it does allay The good precedence. Fie upon ‘But yet’. ‘But […]
Continue ReadingMessenger to Cleopatra: can I, just, speak?! (2.5.35-46) #BurningBarge #SlowShakespeare
MESSENGER Good madam, hear me. CLEOPATRA Well, go to, I will. But there’s no goodness in thy face. If Antony Be free and healthful, so tart a favour To trumpet such good tidings! If not well, Thou shouldst come like a Fury crowned with snakes, Not like a formal man. MESSENGER Will’t please you hear […]
Continue ReadingCleopatra: IS ANTONY DEAD? Messenger: er no, he’s quite well, actually (2.5.25-34) #BurningBarge #SlowShakespeare
MESSENGER Madam, madam! CLEOPATRA Antonius dead? If thou say so, villain, Thou kill’st thy mistress; but well and free, If thou so yield him, there is gold, and here My bluest veins to kiss—a hand that kings Have lipped, and trembled kissing. MESSENGER First, madam, he is well. CLEOPATRA Why, there’s more gold. But, sirrah, […]
Continue ReadingAntony and Cleopatra: proper grown-up (indeed Adult) FUN (2.5.18-25) #BurningBarge #SlowShakespeare
CLEOPATRA That time—O times!— I laughed him out of patience, and that night I laughed him into patience, and next morn, Ere the ninth hour, I drunk him to his bed, Then put my tires and mantles on him whilst I wore his sword Philippan. Enter a Messenger O, from Italy. Ram thou thy fruitful […]
Continue ReadingCleopatra, going fishing, Antony taking the bait… (2.5.10-18) #BurningBarge #SlowShakespeare
CLEOPATRA Give me mine angle. We’ll to th’ river. There, My music playing far off, I will betray Tawny-finned fishes. My bended hook shall pierce Their slimy jaws, and as I draw them up I’ll think them every one an Antony, And say ‘Ah ha, you’re caught!’ CHARMIAN ’Twas merry when You wagered on your […]
Continue ReadingCleopatra: I’m BORED (also: eunuch jokes, again) (2.5.1-9) #BurningBarge #SlowShakespeare
Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras, and Alexas CLEOPATRA Give me some music—music, moody food Of us that trade in love. CHARMIAN, IRAS, ALEXAS The music, ho! Enter Mardian, the eunuch CLEOPATRA Let it alone. Let’s to billiards. Come, Charmian. CHARMIAN My arm is sore. Best play with Mardian. CLEOPATRA As well a woman with an eunuch […]
Continue ReadingRomans Romaning (and Lepidus doing well, perhaps) (2.4.1-10) #BurningBarge #SlowShakespeare
Enter Lepidus, Maecenas, and Agrippa LEPIDUS Trouble yourselves no further. Pray you, hasten Your generals after. AGRIPPA Sir, Mark Antony Will e’en but kiss Octavia, and we’ll follow. LEPIDUS Till I shall see you in your soldier’s dress, Which will become you both, farewell. MAECENAS We shall, As I conceive the journey, be at the […]
Continue ReadingAntony: I’ll marry Octavia, yes–but I’m going back to Cleopatra right away (2.3.30-40) #BurningBarge #SlowShakespeare
ANTONY Be it art or hap, He hath spoken true. The very dice obey him, And in our sports my better cunning faints Under his chance. If we draw lots, he speeds. His cocks do win the battle still of mine When it is all to nought, and his quails ever Beat mine, inhooped, at […]
Continue ReadingSoothsayer: you just lose your nerve around Caesar, Antony (2.3.21-30) #BurningBarge #SlowShakespeare
ANTONY Speak this no more. SOOTHSAYER To none but thee; no more but when to thee. 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. I say again, thy spirit Is […]
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