ANTONY Caesar sits down in Alexandria, where I will oppose his fate. Our force by land Hath nobly held; our severed navy too Have knit again, and fleet, threat’ning most sea-like. Where hast thou been, my heart? Dost thou hear, lady? If from the field I shall return once more To kiss these lips, I […]
Continue ReadingCleopatra: kill me with poisoned hailstones, if ever I’m cold to you, dear (3.13.160-169) #BurningBarge #SlowShakespeare
CLEOPATRA Ah, dear, if I be so, From my cold heart let heaven engender hail, And poison it in the source, and the first stone Drop in my neck: as it determines, so Dissolve my life! The next Caesarion smite, Till by degrees the memory of my womb, Together with my brave Egyptians all, By […]
Continue ReadingAntony: is it all over? do you still love me? Cleopatra: do you? (3.13.154-160) #BurningBarge #SlowShakespeare
CLEOPATRA Have you done yet? ANTONY Alack, our terrene moon Is now eclipsed, and it portends alone The fall of Antony. CLEOPATRA [aside] I must stay his time. ANTONY To flatter Caesar would you mingle eyes With one that ties his points? CLEOPATRA Not know me yet? ANTONY Cold-hearted toward me? (3.13.154-160) Are you finished, […]
Continue ReadingAntony: Caesar made me do it, he made me angry, he disrespected me! (3.13.140-153) #BurningBarge #SlowShakespeare
ANTONY 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, And at this time most easy ’tis to do’t, When my good stars that were […]
Continue ReadingAntony, of Thidias, unedifyingly: did he CRY when he was beaten? (3.13.131-140) #BurningBarge #SlowShakespeare
[Enter a servant with Thidias] ANTONY Is he whipped? SERVANT Soundly, my lord. ANTONY Cried he, and begged a pardon? SERVANT He did ask favour. ANTONY [to Thidias] If that thy father live, let him repent Thou wast not made his daughter, and be thou sorry To follow Caesar in his triumph, since Thou hast […]
Continue ReadingAntony: how could you? your hand is MY hand (3.13.123-131) #BurningBarge #SlowShakespeare
ANTONY To let a fellow that will take rewards And say ‘God quite you’ be familiar with My playfellow your hand, this kingly seal And plighter of high hearts! O that I were Upon the hill of Basan to outroar The hornèd herd! For I have savage cause, And to proclaim it civilly were like […]
Continue ReadingAntony: Caesar and Pompey had you first, and the rest; you make me sick (3.13.116-122) #BurningBarge #SlowShakespeare
ANTONY I found you as a morsel cold upon Dead Caesar’s trencher; nay, you were a fragment Of Gnaeus Pompey’s, besides what hotter hours Unregistered in vulgar fame you have Luxuriously picked out. For I am sure, Though you can guess what temperance should be, You know not what it is. CLEOPATRA Wherefore is this? […]
Continue ReadingAntony to Cleopatra: and when did you last even change the sheets? (3.13.104-115) #BurningBarge #SlowShakespeare
ANTONY You were half blasted ere I knew you. Ha, Have I my pillow left unpressed in Rome, Forborne the getting of a lawful race, And by a gem of women, to be abused By one that looks on feeders? CLEOPATRA Good my lord— ANTONY You have been a boggler ever. But when we in […]
Continue ReadingAntony: beat him till he begs for mercy; I’ll deal with you in a moment, Cleopatra (3.13.94-103) #BurningBarge #SlowShakespeare
ANTONY Moon and stars! Whip him! Were’t twenty of the greatest tributaries That do acknowledge Caesar, should I find them So saucy with the hand of she here—what’s her name Since she was Cleopatra? Whip him, fellows, Till like a boy you see him cringe his face, And whine aloud for mercy. Take him hence. […]
Continue ReadingAntony: take him away and WHIP him (3.13.88-94) #BurningBarge #SlowShakespeare
ANTONY [calling] Approach, there!—Ah, you kite! Now, gods and devils, 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. [Enter servants] Take hence this jack, and whip him. ENOBARBUS [aside to Thidias] ’Tis better playing with […]
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