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

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1 II / 3
  • All which time
    Before the gods my knee shall bow my prayers
    To them for...
  • All which time
    Before the gods my knee shall bow my prayers
    To them for you.
  • ANTONY. The world and my great office will sometimes
    Divide me from your bosom.

    OCTAVIA. All which time
    Before the gods my knee shall bow my prayers
    To them for you.

2 III / 2
  • My noble brother!
  • My noble brother!
  • OCTAVIUS. Farewell, my dearest sister, fare thee well:
    The elements be kind to thee, and make
    Thy spirits all of comfort! fare thee well.

    OCTAVIA. My noble brother!

3 III / 2
  • Sir, look well to my husband's house; and--
  • Sir, look well to my husband's house; and--
  • ANTONY. The April 's in her eyes: it is love's spring,
    And these the showers to bring it on. Be cheerful.

    OCTAVIA. Sir, look well to my husband's house; and--

4 III / 2
  • I'll tell you in your ear.
  • I'll tell you in your ear.
  • OCTAVIUS. What, Octavia?

    OCTAVIA. I'll tell you in your ear.

5 III / 4
  • O my good lord,
    Believe not all; or, if you must believe,
    Stomach not al...
  • O my good lord,
    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.
  • 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 honour, 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.

    OCTAVIA. O my good lord,
    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.

6 III / 4
  • Thanks to my lord.
    The Jove of power make me most weak, most weak,
    Your...
  • 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
    Should solder up the rift.
  • ANTONY. Gentle Octavia,
    Let your best love draw to that point, which seeks
    Best to preserve it: if I lose mine honour,
    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.

    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
    Should solder up the rift.

7 III / 6
  • Hail, Caesar, and my lord! hail, most dear Caesar!
  • Hail, Caesar, and my lord! hail, most dear Caesar!
  • OCTAVIUS. Nor must not then be yielded to in this.

    OCTAVIA. Hail, Caesar, and my lord! hail, most dear Caesar!

8 III / 6
  • You have not call'd me so, nor have you cause.
  • You have not call'd me so, nor have you cause.
  • OCTAVIUS. That ever I should call thee castaway!

    OCTAVIA. You have not call'd me so, nor have you cause.

9 III / 6
  • Good my lord,
    To come thus was I not constrain'd, but did
    On my free wil...
  • Good my lord,
    To come thus was I not constrain'd, but did
    On my free will. My lord, Mark Antony,
    Hearing that you prepared for war, acquainted
    My grieved ear withal; whereon, I begg'd
    His pardon for return.
  • OCTAVIUS. Why have you stol'n upon us thus! You come not
    Like Caesar's sister: the wife of Antony
    Should have an army for an usher, and
    The neighs of horse to tell of her approach
    Long ere she did appear; the trees by the way
    Should have borne men; and expectation fainted,
    Longing for what it had not; nay, the dust
    Should have ascended to the roof of heaven,
    Raised by your populous troops: but you are come
    A market-maid to Rome; and have prevented
    The ostentation of our love, which, left unshown,
    Is often left unloved; we should have met you
    By sea and land; supplying every stage
    With an augmented greeting.

    OCTAVIA. Good my lord,
    To come thus was I not constrain'd, but did
    On my free will. My lord, Mark Antony,
    Hearing that you prepared for war, acquainted
    My grieved ear withal; whereon, I begg'd
    His pardon for return.

10 III / 6
  • Do not say so, my lord.
  • Do not say so, my lord.
  • OCTAVIUS. Which soon he granted,
    Being an obstruct 'tween his lust and him.

    OCTAVIA. Do not say so, my lord.

11 III / 6
  • My lord, in Athens.
  • My lord, in Athens.
  • OCTAVIUS. I have eyes upon him,
    And his affairs come to me on the wind.
    Where is he now?

    OCTAVIA. My lord, in Athens.

12 III / 6
  • Ay me, most wretched,
    That have my heart parted betwixt two friends
    That...
  • Ay me, most wretched,
    That have my heart parted betwixt two friends
    That do afflict each other!
  • OCTAVIUS. No, my most wronged sister; Cleopatra
    Hath nodded him to her. He hath given his empire
    Up to a whore; who now are levying
    The kings o' the earth for war; he hath assembled
    Bocchus, the king of Libya; Archelaus,
    Of Cappadocia; Philadelphos, king
    Of Paphlagonia; the Thracian king, Adallas;
    King Malchus of Arabia; King of Pont;
    Herod of Jewry; Mithridates, king
    Of Comagene; Polemon and Amyntas,
    The kings of Mede and Lycaonia,
    With a more larger list of sceptres.

    OCTAVIA. Ay me, most wretched,
    That have my heart parted betwixt two friends
    That do afflict each other!

13 III / 6
  • Is it so, sir?
  • Is it so, sir?
  • MECAENAS. Welcome, dear madam.
    Each heart in Rome does love and pity you:
    Only the adulterous Antony, most large
    In his abominations, turns you off;
    And gives his potent regiment to a trull,
    That noises it against us.

    OCTAVIA. Is it so, sir?

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