Antony, utterly indulgent, utterly lost (1.1.50-57) #BurningBarge #SlowShakespeare

ANTONY                     Fie, wrangling queen, Whom everything becomes—to chide, to laugh, To weep; how every passion fully strives To make itself, in thee, fair and admired! No messenger but thine; and all alone Tonight we’ll wander through the streets and note The qualities of people. Come, my queen. Last night you did desire it. [To Messenger] Speak not […]

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Cleopatra’s needling (1.1.26-34) #BurningBarge #SlowShakespeare

ANTONY                                 How, my love? CLEOPATRA   Perchance? Nay, and most like. You must not stay here longer. Your dismission Is come from Caesar, therefore hear it, Antony. Where’s Fulvia’s process—Caesar’s, I would say—both? Call in the messengers. As I am Egypt’s queen, Thou blushest, Antony, and that blood of thine Is Caesar’s homager; else so thy […]

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A messenger! from Rome! (1.1.18-25) #BurningBarge #SlowShakespeare

Enter a Messenger MESSENGER  News, my good Lord, from Rome. ANTONY         Grates me—the sum. CLEOPATRA               Nay, hear them, Antony. Fulvia perchance is angry; or who knows If the scarce-bearded Caesar have not sent His powerful mandate to you: ‘Do this, or this, Take in that kingdom, and enfranchise that. Perform’t, or else we damn thee.’   […]

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Enter Antony and Cleopatra: fans, eunuchs & fabulousness (1.1.6-10SD) #BurningBarge #SlowShakespeare

PHILO                         His captain’s heart, Which in the scuffles of great fights hath burst The buckles on his breast, reneges all temper, And is become the bellows and the fan To cool a gipsy’s lust. Flourish. Enter Antony, Cleopatra, her ladies [Charmian and Iras], the train, with eunuchs fanning her.   (1.1.6-10SD) Philo continues his dismayed? […]

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