Speeches (Lines) for DIOMEDES in "Antony and Cleopatra"

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# Act / Scene Speech text
1 IV / 14
  • Where's Antony?
  • Where's Antony?
  • DERCETAS. Thy death and fortunes bid thy followers fly.
    This sword but shown to Caesar, with this tidings,
    Shall enter me with him.

    DIOMEDES. Where's Antony?

2 IV / 14
  • Lives he?
    Wilt thou not answer, man?
  • Lives he?
    Wilt thou not answer, man?
  • DERCETAS. There, Diomed there.

    DIOMEDES. Lives he?
    Wilt thou not answer, man?

3 IV / 14
  • Most absolute lord,
    My mistress Cleopatra sent me to thee.
  • Most absolute lord,
    My mistress Cleopatra sent me to thee.
  • ANTONY. Art thou there, Diomed? Draw thy sword, and give me
    Sufficing strokes for death.

    DIOMEDES. Most absolute lord,
    My mistress Cleopatra sent me to thee.

4 IV / 14
  • Now, my lord.
  • Now, my lord.
  • ANTONY. When did she send thee?

    DIOMEDES. Now, my lord.

5 IV / 14
  • Lock'd in her monument. She had a prophesying fear
    Of what hath come to pass...
  • Lock'd in her monument. She had a prophesying fear
    Of what hath come to pass: for when she saw--
    Which never shall be found--you did suspect
    She had disposed with Caesar, and that your rage
    Would not be purged, she sent you word she was dead;
    But, fearing since how it might work, hath sent
    Me to proclaim the truth; and I am come,
    I dread, too late.
  • ANTONY. Where is she?

    DIOMEDES. Lock'd in her monument. She had a prophesying fear
    Of what hath come to pass: for when she saw--
    Which never shall be found--you did suspect
    She had disposed with Caesar, and that your rage
    Would not be purged, she sent you word she was dead;
    But, fearing since how it might work, hath sent
    Me to proclaim the truth; and I am come,
    I dread, too late.

6 IV / 14
  • What, ho, the emperor's guard! The guard, what, ho!
    Come, your lord calls!
  • What, ho, the emperor's guard! The guard, what, ho!
    Come, your lord calls!
  • ANTONY. Too late, good Diomed: call my guard, I prithee.

    DIOMEDES. What, ho, the emperor's guard! The guard, what, ho!
    Come, your lord calls!

7 IV / 15
  • His death's upon him, but not dead.
    Look out o' the other side your monument...
  • His death's upon him, but not dead.
    Look out o' the other side your monument;
    His guard have brought him thither.
  • CLEOPATRA. No, I will not:
    All strange and terrible events are welcome,
    But comforts we despise; our size of sorrow,
    Proportion'd to our cause, must be as great
    As that which makes it.
    [Enter, below, DIOMEDES]
    How now! is he dead?

    DIOMEDES. His death's upon him, but not dead.
    Look out o' the other side your monument;
    His guard have brought him thither.

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