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Subject: Re: Antony and Cleopatra - dramatic monologue for a man.
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Date: Tue, 31 Oct 2006 07:01:07 GMT
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::darkshadows:: wrote in news:9lsck2hmsthq0v91sp6pngbgabek4bq7p7@4ax.com:
> On Mon, 30 Oct 2006 16:04:17 GMT, WingedMessenger <Boy@Flying.high>
> wrote:
>
>>::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.
>
>
> 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.
>
Could be Mephi is busy washing his Santa costume for the coming
christmas.
Mercury.
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