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Subject: Re: Antony and Cleopatra - dramatic monologue for a man.
Date: Mon, 30 Oct 2006 15:50:36 -0600
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On Mon, 30 Oct 2006 16:04:17 GMT, WingedMessenger <Boy@Flying.high>
wrote:
>::darkshadows:: wrote in news:l87ck2p9lbqvv33lgsbu03nur5pl7gi0bh@4ax.com:
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>>
>> 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.
I'll have it ready in Hieros when your pyramid is finished.
darkshadows
P.S.: quiet in here. I guess Mephi deserted his post here.
I plan to post a series of these monologues. This is the third one so
far.
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