sparknotes
Antony and Cleopatra
Important Quotations Explained
1. Let’s
grant it is not
Amiss to tumble on the bed
of Ptolemy,
To give a kingdom for a mirth,
to sit
And keep the turn of tippling with
a slave,
To reel the streets at noon, and
stand the buffet
With knaves that smells of
sweat. 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 a 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
to confound such time
That drums him from
his sport, and speaks as loud
As his own state
and ours—’tis to be chid
As we rate boys who,
being mature in knowledge,
Pawn their experience
to the present pleasure,
And so rebel to judgement.
(I.iv.16–33)
2. Upon
her landing Antony sent to her,
Invited her
to supper. She replied
It should be better
he became her guest,
Which she entreated.
Our courteous Antony,
Whom ne’er the word
of ‘No’ woman heard speak,
Being barbered
ten times o’er, goes to the feast,
And for
his ordinary pays his heart
For what his eyes
eat only.
. . .
I
saw her once
Hop forty paces through the public
street,
And having lost her breath, she spoke
and panted,
That she did make defect perfection,
And
breathless, pour forth breath.
. . .
Age
cannot wither her, nor custom stale
Her infinite
variety. Other women cloy
The appetites they
feed, but she makes hungry
Where most she
satisfies. For vilest things
Become themselves
in her, that the holy priests
Bless her when
she is riggish.
(II.ii.225–245)
3. You
take from me a great part of myself.
Use me
well in’t. Sister, prove such a wife
As my
thoughts make thee, and as my farthest bond
Shall
pass on thy aproof. Most noble Antony,
Let
not the piece of virtue which is set
Betwixt
us as the cement of our love
To keep it builded,
be the ram to batter
The fortress of it; for
better might we
Have loved without this mean
if on both parts
This be not cherished.
(III.ii.24–33)
4. Sometimes
we see a cloud that’s dragonish,
A vapour
sometime like a bear or lion,
A towered citadel,
a pendent rock,
A forked 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.
. . .
That
which is now a horse even with a thought
The
rack disdains, and makes it indistinct
As
water is in water.
. . .
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.
(IV.xv.3–22)
5. 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’ th’ posture of a whore.
(V.ii.210–217)




