Alexas, with news of Antony! and a present! (1.5.34-41) #BurningBarge #SlowShakespeare

Enter Alexas ALEXAS           Sovereign of Egypt, hail! CLEOPATRA   How much unlike art thou Mark Antony! Yet, coming from him, that great medicine hath With his tinct gilded thee. How goes it With my brave Mark Antony? ALEXAS                       Last thing he did, dear Queen, He kissed—the last of many doubled kisses— This orient pearl. His speech […]

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Cleopatra toys with Mardian the eunuch… (1.5.8-18) #BurningBarge #SlowShakespeare

CLEOPATRA   Thou, eunuch Mardian! MARDIAN       What’s your highness’ pleasure? CLEOPATRA   Not now to hear thee sing. I take no pleasure In aught an eunuch has. ’Tis well for thee That, being unseminared, thy freer thoughts May not fly forth of Egypt. Hast thou affections? MARDIAN       Yes, gracious madam. CLEOPATRA               Indeed? MARDIAN       Not in deed, madam, […]

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Give me to drink mandragora! (shaken, or stirred?) (1.5.1-7) #BurningBarge #SlowShakespeare

Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras, and Mardian CLEOPATRA   Charmian! CHARMIAN                 Madam? CLEOPATRA   Ha, ha. Give me to drink mandragora. CHARMIAN     Why, madam? CLEOPATRA   That I might sleep out this great gap of time My Antony is away. CHARMIAN You think of him too much. CLEOPATRA O, ’tis treason! CHARMIAN Madam, I trust not so.  […]

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Caesar: time to act. Lepidus: well this is what I’M doing (1.4.73-85) #BurningBarge #SlowShakespeare

LEPIDUS                     ’Tis pity of him. CAESAR          Let his shames quickly Drive him to Rome. ’Tis time we twain Did show ourselves i’th’ field; and to that end Assemble we immediate council. Pompey Thrives in our idleness. LEPIDUS                     Tomorrow, Caesar, I shall be furnished to inform you rightly Both what by sea and land I can […]

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Antony, what’s happened to you? you used to be so TOUGH (1.4.55-71) #BurningBarge #SlowShakespeare

CAESAR                                  Antony, Leave thy lascivious wassails. When thou once Was beaten from Modéna, where thou slew’st Hirtius and Pansa, consuls, at thy heel Did famine follow, whom thou fought’st against— Though daintily brought up—with patience more Than savages could suffer. Thou didst drink The stale of horses, and the gilded puddle Which beasts would cough at. […]

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