Sunday, November 23, 2014

Post 11.23.2014.5

Antony:  My good knave, Eros, now thy captian is
Even such a body:  here I am Antony;
Yet cannot hold this visible shape, my knave.
I made these wars for Egypt; and the queen,
Whose heart I thought I had, for she had mine,
Which whilst it was mind had annex'd unto't
A million more, now lost; she, Eros, has
Peak'd cards with Caesar, and false-play'd my glory
Unto an enemy's triumph.
Nay, weep not, gentle Eros; there is left us
Ourselves to end ourselves.

Act IV, Scene 14

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