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Subject: Re: Antony and Cleopatra - dramatic monologue for a man.
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Date: Mon, 30 Oct 2006 16:04:17 GMT
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::darkshadows:: wrote in news:l87ck2p9lbqvv33lgsbu03nur5pl7gi0bh@4ax.com:
>
> ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA
>
> A monologue from the play by William Shakespeare
>
> ANTONY: All is lost!
> This foul Egyptian hath betrayed me:
> My fleet hath yielded to the foe, and yonder
> They cast their caps up and carouse together
> Like friends long lost. Triple-turned whore! 'tis thou
> Has sold me to this novice, and my heart
> Makes only wars on thee. Bid them all fly;
> For when I am revenged upon my charm,
> I have done all. Bid them all fly, begone.
> O sun, thy uprise shall I see no more.
> Fortune and Antony part here, even here
> Do we shake hands. All come to this? The hearts
> That spanieled me at heels, to whom I gave
> Their wishes, do discandy, melt their sweets
> On blossoming Caesar; and this pine is barked,
> That overtopped them all. Betrayed I am.
> O this false soul of Egypt! this grave charm,
> Whose eye becked forth my wars, and called them home,
> Whose bosom was my crownet, my chief end,
> Like a right gypsy hath at fast and loose
> Beguiled me to the very heart of loss.
> What, Eros, Eros! [Enter Cleopatra.] Ah, thou spell! Avaunt!
> Vanish, or I shall give thee thy deserving
> And blemish Caesar's triumph. Let him take thee
> And hoist thee up to the shouting plebeians;
> Follow his chariot, like the greatest spot
> Of all thy sex. Most monster-like be shown
> For poor'st diminitives, for dolts, and let
> Patient Octavia plough thy visage up
> If it be well to live; but better 'twere
> Thou fell'st into my fury, for one death
> Might have prevented many. Eros, ho!
> The shirt of Nessus is upon me; teach me,
> Alcides, thou mine ancestor, thy rage.
> Let me lodge Lichas on the horns o' th' moon
> And with those hands that grasped the heaviest club
> Subdue my worthiest self. The witch shall die.
> To the young Roman boy she hath sold me, and I fall
> Under his plot: she dies for 't. Eros, ho!
>
OK clever undies LOL now do it in Hieros. LOL
Mercury.
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