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There's a palm presages chastity, if nothing else.
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There's a palm presages chastity, if nothing else.
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DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS. Mine, and most of our fortunes, to-night, shall
be--drunk to bed.
IRAS. There's a palm presages chastity, if nothing else.
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Go, you wild bedfellow, you cannot soothsay.
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Go, you wild bedfellow, you cannot soothsay.
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Charmian. E'en as the o'erflowing Nilus presageth famine.
IRAS. Go, you wild bedfellow, you cannot soothsay.
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Not in my husband's nose.
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Not in my husband's nose.
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Charmian. Well, if you were but an inch of fortune better than
I, where would you choose it?
IRAS. Not in my husband's nose.
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Amen. Dear goddess, hear that prayer of the people!
for, as it is a heartbre...
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Amen. Dear goddess, hear that prayer of the people!
for, as it is a heartbreaking to see a handsome man
loose-wived, so it is a deadly sorrow to behold a
foul knave uncuckolded: therefore, dear Isis, keep
decorum, and fortune him accordingly!
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Charmian. Our worser thoughts heavens mend! Alexas,--come,
his fortune, his fortune! O, let him marry a woman
that cannot go, sweet Isis, I beseech thee! and let
her die too, and give him a worse! and let worst
follow worse, till the worst of all follow him
laughing to his grave, fifty-fold a cuckold! Good
Isis, hear me this prayer, though thou deny me a
matter of more weight; good Isis, I beseech thee!
IRAS. Amen. Dear goddess, hear that prayer of the people!
for, as it is a heartbreaking to see a handsome man
loose-wived, so it is a deadly sorrow to behold a
foul knave uncuckolded: therefore, dear Isis, keep
decorum, and fortune him accordingly!
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Do, most dear queen.
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Do, most dear queen.
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EROS. Nay, gentle madam, to him, comfort him.
IRAS. Do, most dear queen.
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Go to him, madam, speak to him:
He is unqualitied with very shame.
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Go to him, madam, speak to him:
He is unqualitied with very shame.
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EROS. The queen, my lord, the queen.
IRAS. Go to him, madam, speak to him:
He is unqualitied with very shame.
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She is dead too, our sovereign.
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She is dead too, our sovereign.
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Charmian. O, quietness, lady!
IRAS. She is dead too, our sovereign.
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Madam!
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Madam!
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Charmian. Lady!
IRAS. Madam!
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Royal Egypt, Empress!
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Royal Egypt, Empress!
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Charmian. O madam, madam, madam!
IRAS. Royal Egypt, Empress!
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Royal queen!
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Royal queen!
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GALLUS. You see how easily she may be surprised:
[Here PROCULEIUS and two of the Guard ascend the]
monument by a ladder placed against a window, and,
having descended, come behind CLEOPATRA. Some of
the Guard unbar and open the gates]
[To PROCULEIUS and the Guard]
Guard her till Caesar come.
IRAS. Royal queen!
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Finish, good lady; the bright day is done,
And we are for the dark.
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Finish, good lady; the bright day is done,
And we are for the dark.
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CLEOPATRA. He words me, girls, he words me, that I should not
Be noble to myself: but, hark thee, Charmian.
IRAS. Finish, good lady; the bright day is done,
And we are for the dark.
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The gods forbid!
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The gods forbid!
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CLEOPATRA. Farewell, and thanks.
[Exit DOLABELLA]
Now, Iras, what think'st thou?
Thou, an Egyptian puppet, shalt be shown
In Rome, as well as I. mechanic slaves
With greasy aprons, rules, and hammers, shall
Uplift us to the view; in their thick breaths,
Rank of gross diet, shall be enclouded,
And forced to drink their vapour.
IRAS. The gods forbid!
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O the good gods!
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O the good gods!
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CLEOPATRA. Nay, 'tis most certain, Iras: saucy lictors
Will catch at us, like strumpets; and scald rhymers
Ballad us out o' tune: the quick comedians
Extemporally will stage us, and present
Our Alexandrian revels; Antony
Shall be brought drunken forth, and I shall see
Some squeaking Cleopatra boy my greatness
I' the posture of a whore.
IRAS. O the good gods!
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I'll never see 't; for, I am sure, my nails
Are stronger than mine eyes.
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I'll never see 't; for, I am sure, my nails
Are stronger than mine eyes.
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CLEOPATRA. Nay, that's certain.
IRAS. I'll never see 't; for, I am sure, my nails
Are stronger than mine eyes.
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