Antony and Cleopatra

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Peace, peace! Dost thou not see my baby at my breast that sucks the nurse asleep?

Antony and Cleopatra is a historical tragedy by William Shakespeare, originally printed in the First Folio of 1623. Most scholars believe it was written in 1606–07; some researchers, however, argue for an earlier dating of around 1603–04.

1 Act I
2 Act II
3 Act III
4 Act IV
5 Act V
6 External links

[edit] Act I

Nay, but this dotage of our general's
O'erflows the measure.
- Philo, scene i

There's beggary in the love that can be reckon'd.
- Antony, scene i

In nature's infinite book of secrecy
A little I can read.
- Soothsayer, scene ii

Eternity was in our lips and eyes.
- Cleopatra, scene iii

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

[edit] Act II

The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne,
Burnt 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.
- Enobarbus, scene ii

Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale
Her infinite variety; other women cloy
The appetites they feed; but she makes hungry
Where most she satisfies: for vilest things
Become themselves in her, that the holy priests
Bless her when she is riggish.
- Enobarbus, scene ii

[edit] Act III

Tell him, he wears the rose
Of youth upon him.
- Antony, scene xiii

[edit] Act IV

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, scene xv

Good sirs, take heart.
We'll bury him; and then, what's brave, what's noble,
Let's do it after the high Roman fashion,
And make death proud to take us. Come, away;
This case of that huge spirit now is cold.
Ah, women, women! — come; we have no friend
But resolution and the briefest end.
- Cleopatra, scene xv

[edit] Act V

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!
- Cleopatra, scene ii