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Antony and Cleopatra

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Enter ANTONY and EROS
ANTONY and EROS enter.

ANTONY
Eros, thou yet behold’st me?
ANTONY
Eros, can you still see me?

EROS
                                                        Ay, noble lord.
EROS
Yes, noble lord.




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ANTONY
Sometimes we see a cloud that’s dragonish,
A vapor sometime like a bear or lion,
A towered citadel, a pendant rock,
A forkèd mountain, or blue promontory
With trees upon ’t that nod unto the world
And mock our eyes with air. Thou hast seen these signs.
They are black vesper’s pageants.
ANTONY
Sometimes we see a cloud that looks like a dragon. Sometimes there’s a cloud like a bear or a lion, a castle, a floating rock, a craggy mountain. Or it might look like a blue cliff with trees on it that bow to the ground. These things fool our eyes by seeming solid, when they are actually only air. You’ve seen these illusions. They’re spectacles that appear at sunset.

EROS
                                                                  Ay, my lord.
EROS
Yes, my lord.


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ANTONY
That which is now a horse, even with a thought
The rack dislimns and makes it indistinct
As water is in water.
ANTONY
What looks like a horse is quick as thought disfigured by the wind, made as difficult to distinguish as water poured into water.

EROS
                                         It does, my lord.
EROS
That’s true, my lord.




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ANTONY
My good knave Eros, now thy captain is
Even such a body. Here I am Antony,
Yet cannot hold this visible shape, my knave.
I made these wars for Egypt, and the Queen,
Whose heart I thought I had, for she had mine—
Which whilst it was mine had annexed unto ’t
A million more, now lost—she, Eros, has
Packed cards with Caesar and false-played my glory
Unto an enemy’s triumph.
Nay, weep not, gentle Eros. There is left us
Ourselves to end ourselves.
ANTONY
Eros, my young friend, your captain is now just like that cloud. Here and now I seem like Antony, but I can’t keep myself in this form, my boy. I went to war to save Cleopatra, whose love I thought I had, since she had mine—and mine carried with it a million others, those of my soldiers, now lost. The Queen conspired with Caesar to undermine my success and assure his victory. No, don’t cry, kind Eros. We still have the option of killing ourselves.

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Antony & Cleopatra (No Fear Shakespeare)