Antony and Cleopatra

William Shakespeare
No Fear Act 1 Scene 3
No Fear Act 1 Scene 3 Page 5

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ANTONY

                                      You’ll heat my blood. No more.

ANTONY

You’ll make me angry. No more of this.

CLEOPATRA

You can do better yet, but this is meetly.

CLEOPATRA

I know you can do better than that, but it’ll do for now.

ANTONY

85Now, by my sword—

ANTONY

I swear by my sword—

CLEOPATRA

                                             And target. Still he mends.
(to CHARMIAN ) But this is not the best. Look, prithee, Charmian,
How this Herculean Roman does become
The carriage of his chafe.

CLEOPATRA

Swear by your shield, too! (to CHARMIAN ) He’s getting better, but still it’s not his best. See, Charmian, how well this mighty Roman portrays anger?

ANTONY

I’ll leave you, lady.

ANTONY

I’ll leave you, lady.

CLEOPATRA

90Courteous lord, one word.
Sir, you and I must part, but that’s not it.
Sir, you and I have loved, but there’s not it,
That you know well. Something it is I would—
Oh, my oblivion is a very Antony,
95And I am all forgotten.

CLEOPATRA

Polite sir, let me say one thing. Sir, you and I must part company—no, that’s not it. Sir, you and I were lovers—no, that’s not it, either. You already know all that. There’s something I’d like to—oh, I’ve forgotten what I wanted to say. Just as Antony has forgotten me.

ANTONY

                                             But that your royalty
Holds idleness your subject, I should take you
For idleness itself.

ANTONY

If you weren’t the queen of immaturity, I’d think you were immaturity itself.

CLEOPATRA

                                    ’Tis sweating labor
To bear such idleness so near the heart
As Cleopatra this. But, sir, forgive me,
100Since my becomings kill me when they do not
Eye well to you. Your honor calls you hence.
Therefore be deaf to my unpitied folly,
And all the gods go with you! Upon your sword
Sit laurel victory, and smooth success
105Be strewed before your feet.

CLEOPATRA

It’s difficult to have such immaturity so close to my heart, but bear with me. Even the traits that become me most kill me when you don’t approve of them. Your honor is the reason you are leaving. So I beg you not to listen to my foolishness. May the gods be with you. May your sword be victorious and everything you do succeed.