Antoine Et Cléopâtre

“The breaking of so great a thing should makeA greater crack: the round worldShould have shook lions into civil streets,And citizens to their dens.””

— William Shakespeare

“In time we hate that which we often fear.””

— William Shakespeare

“Make death proud to take us.””

— William Shakespeare

“Give me my robe, put on my crown; I haveImmortal longings in me: now no moreThe juice of Egypt's grape shall moist this lip:Yare, yare, good Iras; quick. Methinks I hearAntony call; I see him rouse himselfTo praise my noble act; I hear him mockThe luck of Caesar, which the gods give menTo excuse their after wrath: husband, I come:Now to that name my courage prove my title!I am fire and air; my other elementsI give to baser life. So; have you done?Come then, and take the last warmth of my lips.Farewell, kind Charmian; Iras, long farewell.Kisses them. IRAS falls and diesHave I the aspic in my lips? Dost fall?If thou and nature can so gently part,The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch,Which hurts, and is desired. Dost thou lie still?If thus thou vanishest, thou tell'st the worldIt is not worth leave-taking.””

— William Shakespeare

“We, ignorant of ourselves,Beg often our own harms, which the wise powersDeny us for our good; so find we profitBy losing of our prayers.””

— William Shakespeare

“Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale her infinite variety.””

— William Shakespeare

“But she makes hungryWhere she most satisfies...””

— William Shakespeare

“Finish, good lady; the bright day is done, And we are for the Dark.””

— William Shakespeare

“That truth should be silent I had almost forgot. (Enobarbus)””

— William Shakespeare