Cleopatra, 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 […]

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Romans 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 […]

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Soothsayer to Antony: Caesar makes you less (2.3.10-21) #BurningBarge #SlowShakespeare

Enter Soothsayer ANTONY         Now, sirrah. You do wish yourself in Egypt? SOOTHSAYER                        Would I had never come from thence, nor you Gone thither. ANTONY                     If you can, your reason? SOOTHSAYER                        I see it in my motion, have it not in my tongue. But yet hie you again to Egypt. ANTONY                     Say to me […]

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Antony, meet Octavia; Octavia, meet Antony (2.3.1-9) #BurningBarge #SlowShakespeare

Enter Antony, Caesar, and Octavia between them ANTONY         The world and my great office will sometimes Divide me from your bosom. OCTAVIA                                All which time, Before the gods my knee shall bow my prayers To them for you. ANTONY         [to Caesar] Good night, sir.— My Octavia, Read not my blemishes in the world’s report. I have […]

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Maecenas: yes, Cleopatra sounds cool, but Octavia’s AMAZING, really (2.2.239-243) #BurningBarge #SlowShakespeare

MAECENAS    If beauty, wisdom, modesty can settle The heart of Antony, Octavia is A blessèd lottery to him. AGRIPPA                                 Let us go. Good Enobarbus, make yourself my guest Whilst you abide here. ENOBARBUS              Humbly, sir, I thank you. Exeunt             (2.2.239-243)   Maecenas is stubborn, and stubbornly Roman: he has to believe that Octavia is superior […]

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Antony, leave Cleopatra? Don’t be daft (2.2.227-238) #BurningBarge #SlowShakespeare

ENOBARBUS              I saw her once Hop forty paces through the public street, And having lost her breath, she spoke and panted, That she did make defect perfectïon, And breathless, pour breath forth. MAECENAS                            Now Antony Must leave her utterly. ENOBARBUS              Never. He will not. Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety. Other […]

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