Antony and Cleopatra

The breaking of so great a thing should make A greater crack: the round world Should have shook lions into civil streets, And citizens to their dens.

In time we hate that which we often fear.

Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have Immortal longings in me

Music, moody food Of us that trade in love.

Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale her infinite variety." Antony and Cleopatra (II.ii) ~William Shakespeare

But she makes hungry Where she most satisfies...

That truth should be silent I had almost forgot. (Enobarbus)

Finish, good lady; the bright day is done, And we are for the Dark. (Act 5, Scene 2)

The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch Which hurts and is desired.

The crown o' the earth doth melt. My lord! O, wither'd is the garland of the war, The soldier's pole is fall'n: young boys and girls Are level now with men; the odds is gone, And there is nothing left remarkable Beneath the visiting moon.

The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burnt on the water.

My salad days When I was green in judgment, cold in blood, To say as I said then!

Come, sir, come, I'll wrestle with you in my strength of love. Look, here I have you, thus I let you go, And give you to the gods.

The breaking of so great a thing should make A greater crack. The round world Should have shook lions into civil streets And citizens to their dens. The death of Anthony Is not a single doom, in the name lay A moiety of the world.

But yet let me lament with tears as sovereign as the blood of hearts [...] that our stars, irreconcilable, should divide our equalness to this.

The worm is not to be trusted...

For what good turn? Messenger: For the best turn of the bed.

The April's in her eyes: it is love's Spring, And these the showers to bring it on..

Kingdoms are clay: our dungy earth alike Feeds beast as man.

Where souls do couch on flowers we’ll hand in hand...

My desolation does begin to make a better life.

Alack, sir, no; her passions are made of nothing but the finest part of pure love. We cannot call her winds and waters sighs and tears; they are greater storms and tempests than almanacs can report: this cannot be cunning in her; if it be, she makes a shower of rain as well as Jove.

If you find him sad, say I am dancing. If in mirth, report that I am sudden sick.

Cleopatra: Whoever is born on a day I forget to send a message to Antony will die a beggar. Bring ink and paper, Charmian. Welcome, my good Alexas. Charmian, did I ever love Caesar as much as this? Charmian: Oh, that splendid Caesar! Cleopatra: May you choke on any other sentiments like that! Say, “That splendid Antony.” Charmian: The courageous Caesar! Cleopatra: By Isis, I’ll give you bloody teeth if you ever compare Caesar with Antony, my best man among men.

He kiss’d, –the last of many doubled kisses, –this orient pearl.

Let him forever go!-Let him not, Charmian. Though he be painted one way like a Gorgon, The other way he's a Mars.

..What our contempt often hurls from us, We wish it our again; the present pleasure, By revolution lowering,does become The opposite of itself..

Antony: O, whither hast thou led me, Egypt? See How I convey my shame out of thine eyes By looking back what I have left behind 'Stroyed in dishonour. Cleopatra: O my lord, my lord, Forgive my fearful sails! I little thought You would have followed. Antony: Egypt, thou knew'st too well My heart was to thy rudder tied by th' strings, And thou shouldst tow me after. O'er my spirit Thy full supremacy thou knew'st, and that Thy beck might from the bidding of the gods Command me. Cleopatra: O, my pardon! Antony: Now I must To the young man send humble treaties, dodge And palter in the shifts of lowness, who With half the bulk o' th' world played as I pleased, Making and marring fortunes. You did know How much you were my conqueror, and that My sword, made weak by my affection, would Obey it on all cause. Cleopatra: Pardon, pardon! Antony: Fall not a tear, I say; one of them rates All that is won and lost. Give me a kiss. Even this repays me. We sent our schoolmaster; is 'a come back? Love, I am full of lead. Some wine Within there, and our viands! Fortune knows We scorn her most when she offers blows.