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- $Title{Antony and Cleopatra: Act III, Scene IV}
- $Author{Shakespeare, William}
- $Subject{}
- $Log{Dramatis Personae*01450.txt}
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- The Complete Works of William Shakespeare
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- ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA
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- ACT III
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- SCENE IV: Athens. A room in MARK ANTONY's house.
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- {Enter MARK ANTONY and OCTAVIA.}
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- MARK ANTONY: Nay, nay, Octavia, not only that,--
- That were excusable, that, and thousands more
- Of semblable import,--but he hath waged
- New wars 'gainst Pompey; made his will, and read it
- To public ear:
- Spoke scantly of me: when perforce he could not
- But pay me terms of honor, cold and sickly
- He vented them; most narrow measure lent me:
- When the best hint was given him, he not took't,
- Or did it from his teeth.
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- OCTAVIA: O my good lord, 10
- Believe not all; or, if you must believe,
- Stomach not all. A more unhappy lady,
- If this division chance, ne'er stood between,
- Praying for both parts:
- The good gods me presently,
- When I shall pray, 'O bless my lord and husband!'
- Undo that prayer, by crying out as loud,
- 'O, bless my brother!' Husband win, win brother,
- Prays, and destroys the prayer; no midway
- 'Twixt these extremes at all.
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- MARK ANTONY: Gentle Octavia,
- Let your best love draw to that point, which seeks 20
- Best to preserve it: if I lose mine honor,
- I lose myself: better I were not yours
- Than yours so branchless. But, as you requested,
- Yourself shall go between 's: the mean time, lady,
- I'll raise the preparation of a war
- Shall stain your brother: make your soonest haste;
- So your desires are yours.
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- OCTAVIA: Thanks to my lord.
- The Jove of power make me most weak, most weak,
- Your reconciler! Wars 'twixt you twain would be
- As if the world should cleave, and that slain men 30
- Should solder up the rift.
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- MARK ANTONY: When it appears to you where this begins,
- Turn your displeasure that way: for our faults
- Can never be so equal, that your love
- Can equally move with them. Provide your going;
- Choose your own company, and command what cost
- Your heart has mind to.
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- [Exeunt.]
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