OCTAVIA [weeping] My noble brother! ANTONY The April’s in her eyes; it is love’s spring, And these the showers to bring it on.—Be cheerful. OCTAVIA [to Caesar] Sir, look well to my husband’s house, and— CAESAR What, Octavia? OCTAVIA I’ll tell you in your ear. [She whispers to Caesar] ANTONY Her tongue will not obey her heart, […]
Continue ReadingCaesar: cheer up, sis! Antony: oh just butt out, brother-in-law (3.2.33-41) #BurningBarge #SlowShakespeare
ANTONY Make me not offended In your distrust. CAESAR I have said. ANTONY You shall not find, Though you be therein curious, the least cause For what you seem to fear. So, the gods keep you, And make the hearts of Romans serve your ends. We will here part. CAESAR Farewell, my dearest sister, fare […]
Continue ReadingCaesar to Octavia: behave! Caesar to Antony: behave! (3.2.23-33) #BurningBarge #SlowShakespeare
Enter Caesar, Antony, Lepidus, and Octavia ANTONY [to Caesar] No further, sir. CAESAR You take from me a great part of myself. Use me well in’t. Sister, prove such a wife As my thoughts make thee, and as my farthest bond Shall pass on thy approof. Most noble Antony, Let not the piece of virtue which […]
Continue ReadingCaesar and Antony are DUNG and Lepidus is their BEETLE (3.2.11-22) #BurningBarge #SlowShakespeare
ENOBARBUS Spoke you of Caesar? How, the nonpareil? AGRIPPA O, Antony, O, thou Arabian bird! ENOBARBUS Would you praise Caesar, say ‘Caesar’; go no further. AGRIPPA Indeed, he plied them both with excellent praises. ENOBARBUS But he loves Caesar best; yet he loves Antony— Hoo! Hearts, tongues, figures, scribes, bards, poets, cannot Think, speak, cast, […]
Continue ReadingAgrippa: what’s new? Enobarbus: Lepidus is STILL hungover (3.2.1-10) #BurningBarge #SlowShakespeare
Enter Agrippa at one door, Enobarbus at another AGRIPPA What, are the brothers parted? ENOBARBUS They have dispatched with Pompey; he is gone. The other three are sealing. Octavia weeps To part from Rome, Caesar is sad, and Lepidus Since Pompey’s feast, as Menas says, is troubled With the green-sickness. AGRIPPA ’Tis a noble Lepidus. […]
Continue ReadingVentidius: still, at least we’ve had Antony’s name to fight with (3.1.27-37) #BurningBarge #SlowShakespeare
SILIUS Thou hast, Ventidius, that Without the which a soldier and his sword Grants scarce distinction. Thou wilt write to Antony? VENTIDIUS I’ll humbly signify what in his name, That magical word of war, we have effected; How, with his banners and his well-paid ranks, The ne’er-yet-beaten horse of Parthia We have jaded out o’th’ […]
Continue ReadingAdvice from Ventidius: don’t try too hard, you might make the boss look bad (3.1.11-27) #BurningBarge #SlowShakespeare
VENTIDIUS O, Silius, Silius, I have done enough. A lower place, note well, May make too great an act. For learn this, Silius: Better to leave undone than by our deed Acquire too high a fame when him we serve’s away. Caesar and Antony have ever won More in their officer than person. Sossius, One […]
Continue ReadingRoman soldiers! being imperial and triumphant! (3.1.1-11) #BurningBarge #SlowShakespeare
Enter Ventidius, as it were in triumph [marching with Silius and other Roman soldiers]; the dead body of Pacorus borne before him VENTIDIUS Now, darting Parthia, art thou struck; and now Pleased fortune does of Marcus Crassus’ death Make me revenger. Bear the King’s son’s body Before our army. Thy Pacorus, Orodes, Pays this for Marcus […]
Continue ReadingEnobarbus: that’s that, then; Menas: come with me? (2.7.123-128) #BurningBarge #SlowShakespeare
ENOBARBUS Take heed you fall not. MENAS I’ll not on shore. No, to my cabin. These drums, these trumpets, flutes, what! Let Neptune hear we bid a loud farewell To these great fellows. Sound and be hanged, sound out! Sound a flourish, with drums [flutes, and trumpets] ENOBARBUS [throwing his cap in the air] Hoo, […]
Continue ReadingCaesar: time, gentlemen! Antony, you’re coming with me (2.7.112-122) #BurningBarge #SlowShakespeare
CAESAR Good brother, Let me request you off. Our graver business Frowns at this levity. Gentle lords, let’s part. You see we have burnt our cheeks. Strong Enobarb Is weaker than the wine, and mine own tongue Splits what it speaks. The wild disguise hath almost Anticked us all. What needs more words? Good night. […]
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