Antony, what’s happened to you? you used to be so TOUGH (1.4.55-71) #BurningBarge #SlowShakespeare

CAESAR                                  Antony, Leave thy lascivious wassails. When thou once Was beaten from Modéna, where thou slew’st Hirtius and Pansa, consuls, at thy heel Did famine follow, whom thou fought’st against— Though daintily brought up—with patience more Than savages could suffer. Thou didst drink The stale of horses, and the gilded puddle Which beasts would cough at. […]

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Caesar: Antony deserves a proper telling off! he’s let us all down! (1.4.21-33) #BurningBarge #SlowShakespeare

CAESAR                      Say this becomes him— As his composure must be rare indeed Whom these things cannot blemish—yet must Antony No way excuse his foils when we do bear So great weight in his lightness. If he filled His vacancy with his voluptuousness, Full surfeits and the dryness of his bones Call on him for’t. But […]

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Lepidus: but Antony can do no wrong! Caesar: let’s see about that (1.4.10-21) #BurningBarge #SlowShakespeare

LEPIDUS                     I must not think there are Evils enough to darken all his goodness. His faults in him seem as the spots of heaven, More fiery by night’s blackness—hereditary Rather than purchased; what he cannot change Than what he chooses. CAESAR                      You are too indulgent. Let’s grant it is not Amiss to tumble on the […]

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Nothing can ever really part us; we’ll still be together (1.3.92-106) #BurningBarge #SlowShakespeare

ANTONY                     But that your royalty Holds idleness your subject, I should take you For idleness itself. CLEOPATRA   ’Tis sweating labour To bear such idleness so near the heart As Cleopatra this. But sir, forgive me, Since my becomings kill me when they do not Eye well to you. Your honour calls you hence— Therefore be […]

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Come on, Antony, you can do better than that! then, true feeling? (1.3.81-92) #BurningBarge #SlowShakespeare

CLEOPATRA   You can do better yet; but this is meetly. ANTONY         Now by my sword— CLEOPATRA   And target. Still he mends. But this is not the best. Look, prithee, Charmian, How this Herculean Roman does become The carriage of his chafe. ANTONY                     I’ll leave you, lady. CLEOPATRA   Courteous lord, one word. Sir, you and I […]

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