John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
William Shakespeare 1564-1616 Antony and Cleopatra John Bartlett 1919 Familiar Quotations
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There ’s beggary in the love that can be reckon’d. | |
Antony and Cleopatra. Act i. Sc. 1. | |
2 | |
On the sudden A Roman thought hath struck him. | |
Antony and Cleopatra. Act i. Sc. 2. | |
3 | |
This grief is crowned with consolation. | |
Antony and Cleopatra. Act i. Sc. 2. | |
4 | |
Give me to drink mandragora. | |
Antony and Cleopatra. Act i. Sc. 5. | |
5 | |
Where ’s my serpent of old Nile? | |
Antony and Cleopatra. Act i. Sc. 5. | |
6 | |
A morsel for a monarch. | |
Antony and Cleopatra. Act i. Sc. 5. | |
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My salad days, When I was green in judgment. | |
Antony and Cleopatra. Act i. Sc. 5. | |
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Epicurean cooks Sharpen with cloyless sauce his appetite. | |
Antony and Cleopatra. Act ii. Sc. 1. | |
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Small to greater matters must give way. | |
Antony and Cleopatra. Act ii. Sc. 2. | |
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The barge she sat in, like a burnish’d throne, Burn’d on the water; the poop was beaten gold; Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them; the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes. For her own person, It beggar’d all description. | |
Antony and Cleopatra. Act ii. Sc. 2. | |
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Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety. | |
Antony and Cleopatra. Act ii. Sc. 2. | |
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I have not kept my square; but that to come Shall all be done by the rule. | |
Antony and Cleopatra. Act ii. Sc. 3. | |
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’T was merry when You wager’d on your angling; when your diver Did hang a salt-fish on his hook, which he With fervency drew up. | |
Antony and Cleopatra. Act ii. Sc. 5. | |
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Come, thou monarch of the vine, Plumpy Bacchus with pink eyne! | |
Antony and Cleopatra. Act ii. Sc. 7. | |
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Who does i’ the wars more than his captain can Becomes his captain’s captain; and ambition, The soldier’s virtue, rather makes choice of loss, Than gain which darkens him. | |
Antony and Cleopatra. Act iii. Sc. 1. | |
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He wears the rose Of youth upon him. | |
Antony and Cleopatra. Act iii. Sc. 13. | |
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Men’s judgments are A parcel of their fortunes; and things outward Do draw the inward quality after them, To suffer all alike. | |
Antony and Cleopatra. Act iii. Sc. 13. | |
18 | |
To business that we love we rise betime, And go to ’t with delight. | |
Antony and Cleopatra. Act iv. Sc. 4. | |
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This morning, like the spirit of a youth That means to be of note, begins betimes. | |
Antony and Cleopatra. Act iv. Sc. 4. | |
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The shirt of Nessus is upon me. | |
Antony and Cleopatra. Act iv. Sc. 12. | |
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Sometime we see a cloud that ’s dragonish; A vapour sometime like a bear or lion, A tower’d citadel, a pendent rock, A forked mountain, or blue promontory With trees upon ’t. | |
Antony and Cleopatra. Act iv. Sc. 14. | |
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That which is now a horse, even with a thought The rack dislimns, and makes it indistinct, As water is in water. | |
Antony and Cleopatra. Act iv. Sc. 14. | |
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Since Cleopatra died, I have liv’d in such dishonour that the gods Detest my baseness. | |
Antony and Cleopatra. Act iv. Sc. 14. | |
24 | |
I am dying, Egypt, dying. | |
Antony and Cleopatra. Act iv. Sc. 15. | |
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O, wither’d is the garland of the war, The soldier’s pole is fallen. 1 | |
Antony and Cleopatra. Act iv. Sc. 15. | |
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Let ’s do it after the high Roman fashion. | |
Antony and Cleopatra. Act iv. Sc. 15. | |
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For his bounty, There was no winter in ’t; an autumn ’t was That grew the more by reaping. | |
Antony and Cleopatra. Act v. Sc. 2. | |
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If there be, or ever were, one such, It ’s past the size of dreaming. | |
Antony and Cleopatra. Act v. Sc. 2. | |
29 | |
Mechanic slaves With greasy aprons, rules, and hammers. | |
Antony and Cleopatra. Act v. Sc. 2. | |
30 | |
I have Immortal longings in me. | |
Antony and Cleopatra. Act v. Sc. 2. |
Note 1. See Marlowe, Quotation 14. [back] |