On Tue, 31 Oct 2006 07:01:07 GMT, WingedMessenger <Boy@Flying.high>
wrote:
>::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.
I think he may need to let it out a bit this year.
darkshadows
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