That spanieled me at heels, to whom I gave Their wishes, do discandy, melt their sweets On blossoming Caesar.
‘Antony and Cleopatra’ (1606-7) act 4, sc. 10, l. 33
The soul and body rive not more in parting Than greatness going off.
‘Antony and Cleopatra’ (1606-7) act 4, sc. 11, l. 5
Sometimes we see a cloud that’s dragonish; A vapour sometime like a bear or lion,
A towered citadel, a pendant rock,
A forked mountain, or blue promontory With trees upon ’t, that nod unto the world
And mock our eyes with air: thou hast seen these signs; They are black vesper’s pageants.
‘Antony and Cleopatra’ (1606-7) act 4, sc. 12, l. 2
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’ (1606-7) act 4, sc. 12, l. 9
Unarm, Eros; the long day’s task is done, And we must sleep.
‘Antony and Cleopatra’ (1606-7) act 4, sc. 12, l. 35
Lie down, and stray no further. Now all labour Mars what it does; yea, very force entangles Itself with strength...
Stay for me:
Where souls do couch on flowers, we’ll hand in hand, And with our sprightly port make the ghosts gaze; Dido and her Aeneas shall want troops,
And all the haunt be ours.
‘Antony and Cleopatra’ (1606-7) act 4, sc. 12, l. 47
I will be
A bridegroom in my death, and run into ’t As to a lover’s bed.
‘Antony and Cleopatra’ (1606-7) act 4, sc. 12, l. 99
All strange and terrible events are welcome, But comforts we despise.
‘Antony and Cleopatra’ (1606-7) act 4, sc. 13, l. 3
Antony: Not Caesar’s valour hath o’erthrown Antony But Antony’s hath triumphed on itself.
Cleopatra: So it should be, that none but Antony Should conquer Antony.
‘Antony and Cleopatra’ (1606-7) act 4, sc. 13, l. 14
I am dying, Egypt, dying; only
I here importune death awhile, until Of many thousand kisses the poor last I lay upon thy lips.
‘Antony and Cleopatra’ (1606-7) act 4, sc. 13, l. 18
The miserable change now at my end
Lament nor sorrow at; but please your thoughts In feeding them with those my former fortunes Wherein I lived, the greatest prince o’ the world, The noblest; and do now not basely die,
Not cowardly put off my helmet to My countryman; a Roman by a Roman Valiantly vanquished.
‘Antony and Cleopatra’ (1606-7) act 4, sc. 13, l. 51
Hast thou no care of me? shall I abide
In this dull world, which in thy absence is No better than a sty? O! see my women, The crown o’ the earth doth melt. My lord! O! withered 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.
‘Antony and Cleopatra’ (1606-7) act 4, sc. 13, l. 60
No more, but e’en a woman and commanded By such poor passion as the maid that milks And does the meanest chares.
‘Antony and Cleopatra’ (1606-7) act 4, sc. 13, l. 73
What’s brave, what’s noble,
Let’s do it after the high Roman fashion, And make death proud to take us.
‘Antony and Cleopatra’ (1606-7) act 4, sc. 13, l. 86
A rarer spirit never
Did steer humanity; but you, gods, will give us Some faults to make us men.
‘Antony and Cleopatra’ (1606-7) act 5, sc. 1, l. 31
My desolation does begin to make
A better life. ’Tis paltry to be Caesar;
Not being Fortune, he’s but Fortune’s knave, A minister of her will; and it is great
To do that thing that ends all other deeds, Which shackles accidents, and bolts up change, Which sleeps, and never palates more the dug, The beggar’s nurse and Caesar’s.
‘Antony and Cleopatra’ (1606-7) act 5, sc. 2, l. 1
His legs bestrid the ocean; his reared arm Crested the world; his voice was propertied As all the tuned spheres, and that to friends; But when he meant to quail and shake the orb, He was as rattling thunder. For his bounty, There was no winter in’t; an autumn was That grew the more by reaping; his delights
Were dolphin-like, they showed his back above The element they lived in; in his livery
Walked crowns and crownets, realms and islands were As plates dropped from his pocket.
‘Antony and Cleopatra’ (1606-7) act 5, sc. 2, l. 82
He words me, girls, he words me, that I should not Be noble to myself.
‘Antony and Cleopatra’ (1606-7) act 5, sc. 2, l. 190
Finish, good lady; the bright day is done, And we are for the dark.
‘Antony and Cleopatra’ (1606-7) act 5, sc. 2, l. 192
Antony
Shall be brought drunken forth, and I shall see Some squeaking Cleopatra boy my greatness I’ the posture of a whore.
‘Antony and Cleopatra’ (1606-7) act 5, sc. 2, l. 217
My resolution’s placed, and I have nothing Of woman in me; now from head to foot
I am marble-constant, now the fleeting moon No planet is of mine.
‘Antony and Cleopatra’ (1606-7) act 5, sc. 2, l. 237
His biting is immortal; those that do die of it do seldom or never recover.
‘Antony and Cleopatra’ (1606-7) act 5, sc. 2, l. [246]
A very honest woman, but something given to lie.
‘Antony and Cleopatra’ (1606-7) act 5, sc. 2, l. [251]
I wish you all joy of the worm.
‘Antony and Cleopatra’ (1606-7) act 5, sc. 2, l. [260]
Indeed there is no goodness in the worm.
‘Antony and Cleopatra’ (1606-7) act 5, sc. 2, l. [267]
I know that a woman is a dish for the gods, if the devil dress her not.
‘Antony and Cleopatra’ (1606-7) act 5, sc. 2, l. [274]
Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have Immortal longings in me.
‘Antony and Cleopatra’ (1606-7) act 5, sc. 2, l. [282]
Husband, I come:
Now to that name my courage prove my title! I am fire and air; my other elements
I give to baser life.
‘Antony and Cleopatra’ (1606-7) act 5, sc. 2, l. [289]
If thou and nature can so gently part, The stroke of death is as a lover’s pinch, Which hurts, and is desired.
‘Antony and Cleopatra’ (1606-7) act 5, sc. 2, l. [296]
If thus thou vanishest, thou tell’st the world It is not worth leave-taking.
‘Antony and Cleopatra’ (1606-7) act 5, sc. 2, l. [299]
Cleopatra: If she first meet the curléd Antony, He’ll make demand of her, and spend that kiss
Which is my heaven to have. Come, thou mortal wretch, With thy sharp teeth this knot intrinsicate
Of life at once untie; poor venomous fool,
Be angry, and dispatch. O! couldst thou speak, That I might hear thee call great Caesar ass Unpolicied.
Charmian: O eastern star! Cleopatra: Peace! peace!
Dost thou not see my baby at my breast, That sucks the nurse asleep?
‘Antony and Cleopatra’ (1606-7) act 5, sc. 2, l. [303]
Now boast thee, death, in thy possession lies A lass unparalleled.
‘Antony and Cleopatra’ (1606-7) act 5, sc. 2, l. [317]
It is well done, and fitting for a princess Descended of so many royal kings.
‘Antony and Cleopatra’ (1606-7) act 5, sc. 2, l. [328]
She looks like sleep,
As she would catch a second Antony In her strong toil of grace.
‘Antony and Cleopatra’ (1606-7) act 5, sc. 2, l. [347]
She hath pursued conclusions infinite Of easy ways to die.
‘Antony and Cleopatra’ (1606-7) act 5, sc. 2, l. [356]
She shall be buried by her Antony: No grave upon the earth shall clip in it A pair so famous.
‘Antony and Cleopatra’ (1606-7) act 5, sc. 2, l. [359]
7.66.3 As You Like It
Fleet the time carelessly, as they did in the golden world.
‘As You Like It’ (1599) act 1, sc. 1, l. [126]
Let us sit and mock the good housewife Fortune from her wheel, that her gifts may henceforth be bestowed equally.
‘As You Like It’ (1599) act 1, sc. 2, l. [35]
How now, wit! whither wander you?
‘As You Like It’ (1599) act 1, sc. 2, l. [60]
Sir, you have wrestled well, and overthrown More than your enemies.
‘As You Like It’ (1599) act 1, sc. 2, l. [271]
Hereafter, in a better world than this,
I shall desire more love and knowledge of you.
‘As You Like It’ (1599) act 1, sc. 2, l. [301]
Thus must I from the smoke into the smother; From tyrant duke unto a tyrant brother.
‘As You Like It’ (1599) act 1, sc. 2, l. [304]
O, how full of briers is this working-day world!
‘As You Like It’ (1599) act 1, sc. 3, l. [12]
We’ll have a swashing and a martial outside, As many other mannish cowards have
That do outface it with their semblances.
‘As You Like It’ (1599) act 1, sc. 3, l. [123]
Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam,
The seasons’ difference; as, the icy fang
And churlish chiding of the winter’s wind, Which, when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say, ‘This is no flattery.’
‘As You Like It’ (1599) act 2, sc. 1, l. 2
Sweet are the uses of adversity,
Which like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life, exempt from public haunt,
Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in everything.
‘As You Like It’ (1599) act 2, sc. 1, l. 12
The big round tears
Coursed one another down his innocent nose, In piteous chase.
‘As You Like It’ (1599) act 2, sc. 1, l. 38
Unregarded age in corners thrown.
‘As You Like It’ (1599) act 2, sc. 3, l. 42
Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, Frosty, but kindly.
‘As You Like It’ (1599) act 2, sc. 3, l. 52
O good old man! how well in thee appears The constant service of the antique world, When service sweat for duty, not for meed! Thou art not for the fashion of these times, Where none will sweat but for promotion, And having that, do choke their service up Even with the having.
‘As You Like It’ (1599) act 2, sc. 3, l. 56
Ay, now am I in Arden; the more fool I. When I was at home I was in a better place; but travellers must be content.
‘As You Like It’ (1599) act 2, sc. 4, l. [16]
In thy youth thou wast as true a lover As ever sighed upon a midnight pillow.
‘As You Like It’ (1599) act 2, sc. 4, l. [26]
If thou remember’st not the slightest folly That ever love did make thee run into, Thou hast not loved.
‘As You Like It’ (1599) act 2, sc. 4, l. [34]
We that are true lovers run into strange capers.
‘As You Like It’ (1599) act 2, sc. 4, l. [53]
Thou speakest wiser than thou art ware of.
‘As You Like It’ (1599) act 2, sc. 4, l. [57]
I shall ne’er be ware of mine own wit till I break my shins against it.
‘As You Like It’ (1599) act 2, sc. 4, l. [59]
Under the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me, And turn his merry note Unto the sweet bird’s throat,
Come hither, come hither, come hither: Here shall he see
No enemy
But winter and rough weather.
‘As You Like It’ (1599) act 2, sc. 5, l. 1
I can suck melancholy out of a song as a weasel sucks eggs.
‘As You Like It’ (1599) act 2, sc. 5, l. [12]
Who doth ambition shun And loves to live i’ the sun, Seeking the food he eats,
And pleased with what he gets.
‘As You Like It’ (1599) act 2, sc. 5, l. [38]
I’ll go to sleep if I can; if I cannot, I’ll rail against all the first-born of Egypt.
‘As You Like It’ (1599) act 2, sc. 5, l. [60]
And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, And then from hour to hour, we rot and rot: And thereby hangs a tale.
‘As You Like It’ (1599) act 2, sc. 7, l. 26
My lungs began to crow like chanticleer, That fools should be so deep-contemplative, And I did laugh sans intermission
An hour by his dial. O noble fool!
A worthy fool! Motley’s the only wear.
‘As You Like It’ (1599) act 2, sc. 7, l. 30
O worthy fool! One that hath been a courtier, And says, if ladies be but young and fair,
They have the gift to know it: and in his brain,— Which is as dry as the remainder biscuit
After a voyage,—he hath strange places crammed With observation, the which he vents
In mangled forms.
‘As You Like It’ (1599) act 2, sc. 7, l. 36
I must have liberty
Withal, as large a charter as the wind, To blow on whom I please.
‘As You Like It’ (1599) act 2, sc. 7, l. 47
All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players: They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms.
And then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel, And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woful ballad
Made to his mistress’ eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon’s mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose well saved a world too wide For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice, Turning again towards childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness, and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
‘As You Like It’ (1599) act 2, sc. 7, l. 139
Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind
As man’s ingratitude: Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen,
Although thy breath be rude.
Heigh-ho! sing, heigh-ho! unto the green holly:
Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly.
Then heigh-ho! the holly!
This life is most jolly.
Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, That dost not bite so nigh
As benefits forgot:
Though thou the waters warp, Thy sting is not so sharp
As friend remembered not.
‘As You Like It’ (1599) act 2, sc. 7, l. 174
Run, run, Orlando: carve on every tree The fair, the chaste, and unexpressive she.
‘As You Like It’ (1599) act 3, sc. 2, l. 9
He that wants money, means, and content is without three good friends.
‘As You Like It’ (1599) act 3, sc. 2, l. [25]
I earn that I eat, get that I wear, owe no man hate, envy no man’s happiness, glad of other men’s good, content with my harm.
‘As You Like It’ (1599) act 3, sc. 2, l. [78]
From the east to western Ind, No jewel is like Rosalind.
‘As You Like It’ (1599) act 3, sc. 2, l. [94]
Let us make an honourable retreat; though not with bag and baggage, yet with scrip and scrippage.
‘As You Like It’ (1599) act 3, sc. 2, l. [170]
O wonderful, wonderful, and most wonderful wonderful! and yet again wonderful, and after that, out of all whooping!
‘As You Like It’ (1599) act 3, sc. 2, l. [202]
It is as easy to count atomies as to resolve the propositions of a lover.
‘As You Like It’ (1599) act 3, sc. 2, l. [246]
Do you not know I am a woman? when I think, I must speak.
‘As You Like It’ (1599) act 3, sc. 2, l. [265]
I do desire we may be better strangers.
‘As You Like It’ (1599) act 3, sc. 2, l. [276]
Jacques: I do not like her name.
Orlando: There was no thought of pleasing you when she was christened.
‘As You Like It’ (1599) act 3, sc. 2, l. [283]
Rosalind: Time travels in divers paces with divers persons...
Orlando: Who stays it still withal?
Rosalind: With lawyers in the vacation; for they sleep between term and term.
‘As You Like It’ (1599) act 3, sc. 2, l. [328]
There were none principal; they were all like one another as half-pence are; every one fault seeming monstrous till his fellow fault came to match it.
‘As You Like It’ (1599) act 3, sc. 2, l. [376] (referring to women’s offences.)
Truly, I would the gods had made thee poetical.
‘As You Like It’ (1599) act 2, sc. 3, l. [16]
I am not a slut, though I thank the gods I am foul.
‘As You Like It’ (1599) act 2, sc. 3, l. [40]
Down on your knees,
And thank heaven, fasting, for a good man’s love.
‘As You Like It’ (1599) act 2, sc. 5, l. 57
I pray you, do not fall in love with me, For I am falser than vows made in wine.
‘As You Like It’ (1599) act 2, sc. 5, l. [72]
Dead shepherd, now I find thy saw of might: ‘Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?’
‘As You Like It’ (1599) act 2, sc. 5, l. [81].
Jaques: Nay then, God be wi’ you, an you talk in blank verse. (Exit)
Rosalind: Farewell, Monsieur Traveller: look you lisp and wear strange suits, disable all the benefits of your own country, be out of love with your nativity, and almost chide God for making you the countenance you are, or I will scarce think you have swam in a gondola.
‘As You Like It’ (1599) act 4, sc. 1, l. [33]
Come, woo me, woo me; for now I am in a holiday humour, and like enough to consent.
‘As You Like It’ (1599) act 4, sc. 1, l. [70]
You were better speak first, and when you were gravelled for lack of matter, you might take occasion to kiss.
‘As You Like It’ (1599) act 4, sc. 1, l. [75]
Men are April when they woo, December when they wed: maids are May when they are maids, but the sky changes when they are wives.
‘As You Like It’ (1599) act 4, sc. 1, l. [153]
O coz, coz, coz, my pretty little coz, that thou didst know how many fathom deep I am in love!
‘As You Like It’ (1599) act 4, sc. 1, l. [217]
The horn, the horn, the lusty horn Is not a thing to laugh to scorn.
‘As You Like It’ (1599) act 4, sc. 2, l. [17]
Oh! how bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man’s eyes.
‘As You Like It’ (1599) act 5, sc. 2, l. [48]
Phebe: Good shepherd, tell this youth what ’tis to love.
Silvius: It is to be all made of sighs and tears...
