Antony: Approach, there! Ah, you kite! Now, gods and devils!
Authority melts from me; of late, when I cried 'Ho!'
Like boys unto a muss, Kings would start forth,
And cry, 'Your will?' Have you no ears? I am
Antony yet.
Act III, Scene 13
Authority melts from me; of late, when I cried 'Ho!'
Like boys unto a muss, Kings would start forth,
And cry, 'Your will?' Have you no ears? I am
Antony yet.
Act III, Scene 13
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