What shall we do, Enobarbus?
What should we do, Enobarbus?
What are we going to do, Enobarbus?
what do we do
Think, and die.
Think, and die.
Think, and die.
think, and die.
Is Antony or we in fault for this?
Is Antony to blame for this, or are we?
Is this Antony's fault, or is it ours?
whose fault is it antony's or ours
Antony only, that would make his will
Lord of his reason. What though you fled
From that great face of war, whose several ranges
Frighted each other? Why should he follow?
The itch of his affection should not then
Have nicked his captainship, at such a point,
When half to half the world opposed, he being
The mered question. ’Twas a shame no less
Than was his loss, to course your flying flags
And leave his navy gazing.
Antony is only at fault—he let his desires override his reason. Yes, you fled from that great battlefield, but why should he follow? His desire for you shouldn't have undermined his command at such a critical moment when the world was split in half and he was the deciding factor. It was as shameful as the loss itself to abandon his fleet and chase after you.
Antony's the only one responsible—he let his feelings take over his brain. Sure, you got out of that big battle, but why would he follow you? His love for you shouldn't have messed with his command when he was in charge and half the world was fighting him. Abandoning his fleet to chase after you was just as bad as losing.
antony's at fault he let his desire override his reason his love for you ruined his command he abandoned his fleet to follow you
Prithee, peace.
Please, be quiet.
Hey, be quiet.
be quiet
Is that his answer?
Is that what Caesar says?
That's what Caesar said?
that's caesar's answer
Ay, my lord.
Yes, my lord.
That's right, my lord.
yep
The Queen shall then have courtesy, so she
Will yield us up.
The Queen will receive courtesy if she hands me over to him.
If the Queen turns me in, Caesar will be nice to her.
caesar will be nice to you if you turn me in
He says so.
He says so.
He says so.
he says so.
Let her know’t.—
To the boy Caesar send this grizzled head,
And he will fill thy wishes to the brim
With principalities.
Tell her that. Send my gray-haired head to the boy Caesar, and he'll give you kingdoms to your heart's desire.
Tell her that. Send my old head to Caesar, and he'll reward you with kingdoms.
send my head to caesar he'll give you kingdoms
That head, my lord?
Your head, my lord?
Your head?
wait what your own head
To him again. Tell him he wears the rose
Of youth upon him, from which the world should note
Something particular: his coin, ships, legions,
May be a coward’s; whose ministers would prevail
Under the service of a child as soon
As i’ th’ command of Caesar. I dare him therefore
To lay his gay comparisons apart,
And answer me declined, sword against sword,
Ourselves alone. I’ll write it. Follow me.
Go back and tell him he has the bloom of youth on him, which the world should notice. His money, ships, and armies might belong to any coward—his officers would obey a child as easily as they obey him. So I challenge him to set aside his advantages and fight me alone, sword to sword, the two of us, one against one. I'll write it down. Come with me.
Go tell him he's got all the advantages of youth that everyone admires. His money, ships, and armies could belong to anybody—his officers would follow a child just as easily as they follow him. So I'm challenging him to give up his advantages and fight me one-on-one, just us with swords. No armies, no tricks. I'll put it in writing. Follow me.
tell caesar he has all his youth and advantages but that's just stuff anyone could have i challenge him to fight me one-on-one sword against sword me and him alone
Yes, like enough high-battled Caesar will
Unstate his happiness, and be staged to th’ show
Against a sworder! I see men’s judgments are
A parcel of their fortunes, and things outward
Do draw the inward quality after them
To suffer all alike. That he should dream,
Knowing all measures, the full Caesar will
Answer his emptiness! Caesar, thou hast subdued
His judgment too.
Yes, certainly mighty Caesar will abandon his good fortune and show himself in combat against a swordsman! I see that people's judgment is bound to their fortunes, and what's outside shapes what's inside. That Antony thinks Caesar, knowing everything, would accept his challenge! Caesar, you've conquered his reason too.
Oh sure, mighty Caesar is just going to give up everything and agree to fight some old swordsman in a duel! Come on. I see how people's brains follow their fortunes, and circumstances change who they are on the inside. Antony thinks Caesar, who knows better, will take this bet. Caesar's beaten his mind as much as his army.
caesar won't abandon his power for a duel antony's not thinking straight people's judgment follows their fortune ceaser's conquered antony's reason too
A messenger from Caesar.
Someone has arrived with a message from Caesar.
Someone from Caesar is here.
caesar's messenger is here
What, no more ceremony? See, my women,
Against the blown rose may they stop their nose
That kneeled unto the buds. Admit him, sir.
So there's no more respect for me? See, my ladies, let them hold their noses at the full bloom—those who once knelt to the bud. Go ahead and admit him.
So I'm not worth the ceremony anymore? Look, ladies, let them turn their noses up at me now that I'm in full bloom—back when I was a bud they were kneeling. Let him in anyway.
no more ceremony for me they used to kneel when i was rising now they turn away let him in
[_Aside_.] Mine honesty and I begin to square.
The loyalty well held to fools does make
Our faith mere folly. Yet he that can endure
To follow with allegiance a fallen lord
Does conquer him that did his master conquer,
And earns a place i’ th’ story.
My honesty and I begin to quarrel with each other. Loyalty given to foolish people turns our faith into mere foolishness. Yet the man who can endure following a defeated lord with allegiance conquers the one who conquered his master and earns a place in the story.
My conscience is fighting with me. Staying loyal to fools just makes our faith look stupid. But whoever can stick with a defeated leader—that person actually conquers the one who beat him and gets remembered in history.
my honesty and i disagree loyal to fools = faith is folly but staying with a defeated lord conquers the conqueror and gets remembered
Caesar’s will?
Caesar’s will?
Caesar’s will?
caesar’s will?
Hear it apart.
Hear it apart.
Hear it apart.
hear it apart.
None but friends. Say boldly.
Only friends are here. Speak freely.
It's just friends. Go ahead and say it.
only friends here say it
So haply are they friends to Antony.
Perhaps they're also friends to Antony.
Maybe they're friends to Antony too.
maybe they're antony's friends
He needs as many, sir, as Caesar has,
Or needs not us. If Caesar please, our master
Will leap to be his friend. For us, you know
Whose he is we are, and that is Caesar’s.
Antony needs as many friends as Caesar has, or he doesn't need us at all. If Caesar wishes, our master will jump to be his friend. As for us, you know we belong to whoever he belongs to, and that's now Caesar.
Antony either needs as many friends as Caesar's got, or he doesn't need us. If Caesar wants it, our master will be his best friend. As for us, we're just his men, and he belongs to Caesar now.
antony needs caesar's friendship or he doesn't need us we belong to whoever he belongs to and that's caesar now
So.—
Thus then, thou most renowned: Caesar entreats
Not to consider in what case thou stand’st
Further than he is Caesar.
So then, most renowned queen: Caesar asks that you not concern yourself with anything except that he is Caesar.
So here's what Caesar wants, your majesty: don't worry about anything except that he's Caesar.
caesar says just accept that he's caesar
Enobarbus ends this scene with one of the play's most significant exits: 'I will seek / Some way to leave him.' He has been the audience's representative throughout — the man who sees clearly, who measures the gap between Antony as he is and Antony as he could be. In this scene he watches: Antony whip Caesar's envoy, Antony attack Cleopatra with her sexual history, Antony turn on a sixpence from rage to love when she curses herself on his behalf, and Antony call for a party the night before a war he cannot win. And Enobarbus decides: reason loses this war. He will leave. The play immediately punishes him for this decision — more mercilessly than it punishes anyone except Antony and Cleopatra themselves.
Go on; right royal.
Go ahead; how very proper.
Keep going; so very gracious.
go on
He knows that you embrace not Antony
As you did love, but as you feared him.
He knows that you hold Antony not out of love, but out of fear.
He knows you're with Antony because you were scared of him, not because you loved him.
caesar knows you feared antony not loved him
O!
O!
O!
o!
The scars upon your honour, therefore, he
Does pity as constrained blemishes,
Not as deserved.
So he pities the damage to your honor as something forced upon you, not something you deserved.
So he sees the damage to your reputation as something you were forced into, not your fault.
caesar thinks your honor was damaged by force not by your choice
He is a god and knows
What is most right. Mine honour was not yielded,
But conquered merely.
He is a god and knows what is right. My honor was not surrendered; it was conquered.
He's a god and he knows what's right. I didn't give up my honor—it was taken from me.
he's a god my honor wasn't surrendered it was conquered
[_Aside_.] To be sure of that,
I will ask Antony. Sir, sir, thou art so leaky
That we must leave thee to thy sinking, for
Thy dearest quit thee.
I'll ask Antony to confirm that myself. Sir, you're so unreliable that we must leave you to sink, because even your dearest have abandoned you.
I'll check that with Antony. You're falling apart so completely that we have to leave you, and even Cleopatra is deserting you.
i'll verify that with antony you're so broken we gotta leave even cleopatra abandoned you
Shall I say to Caesar
What you require of him? For he partly begs
To be desired to give. It much would please him
That of his fortunes you should make a staff
To lean upon. But it would warm his spirits
To hear from me you had left Antony,
And put yourself under his shroud,
The universal landlord.
Shall I tell Caesar what you want from him? He's almost asking to be asked to give. It would please him if you used his fortune as support. But it would truly delight him to hear from me that you've left Antony and put yourself under his protection, the universal landlord.
Should I tell Caesar what you need from him? He's basically begging to be asked to help you. He'd be happy if you relied on his fortune. But what would really make him happy is to hear from me that you've ditched Antony and put yourself under his protection—he runs everything.
tell caesar what you want he wants to help you but he'd really love to hear you left antony for him
What’s your name?
What’s your name?
What’s your name?
what’s your name?
My name is Thidias.
I am called Thidias.
It's Thidias.
i'm thidias
Most kind messenger,
Say to great Caesar this in deputation:
I kiss his conqu’ring hand. Tell him I am prompt
To lay my crown at’s feet, and there to kneel.
Tell him, from his all-obeying breath I hear
The doom of Egypt.
Kind messenger, tell great Caesar this on my behalf: I kiss his conquering hand. Tell him I'm ready to lay my crown at his feet and kneel there. Tell him that from his all-powerful word I hear the fate of Egypt.
Good messenger, tell Caesar this from me: I kiss his victorious hand. Tell him I'm ready to put my crown at his feet and kneel there. Tell him his word controls the fate of Egypt.
kiss caesar's hand from me i'll lay my crown at his feet his word controls egypt's fate
’Tis your noblest course.
Wisdom and fortune combating together,
If that the former dare but what it can,
No chance may shake it. Give me grace to lay
My duty on your hand.
That's your noblest path. Wisdom and fortune fighting together—if wisdom dares to do all it can, nothing can shake it. Allow me to show my duty by kissing your hand.
That's the smartest move. When brains and luck work together, and brains does all it can, nothing can stop you. Let me show my respect by kissing your hand.
you made the smart choice wisdom and fortune together let me show my respect
Your Caesar’s father oft,
When he hath mused of taking kingdoms in,
Bestowed his lips on that unworthy place
As it rained kisses.
Caesar's father often, when he was thinking of conquering kingdoms, kissed that unworthy place as if it rained kisses.
Caesar's father, when he was thinking about taking over kingdoms, used to kiss my hand like it was raining kisses.
caesar's father kissed my hand when he thought of conquering kingdoms
Favours, by Jove that thunders!
What art thou, fellow?
Favors, by the thundering god! Who are you, fellow?
Gifts, by god! Who are you, anyway?
what are you doing who are you
One that but performs
The bidding of the fullest man and worthiest
To have command obeyed.
One who merely carries out the commands of the greatest man and the worthiest to be obeyed.
I just do what the greatest man tells me to do—the one most worthy of obedience.
i do what caesar tells me
[_Aside_.] You will be whipped.
You're going to receive a beating.
You're about to get whipped.
you're in for a beating
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.
Come here.—Ah, you vulture!— Now, gods and devils, my authority is melting away. Recently when I shouted 'Hey!' like boys running to a game, kings would jump forward and cry 'Your will?' Don't you have ears? I am still Antony.
Come here.—You scavenger!— Gods and devils, my power is disappearing. Not so long ago when I said 'Come!' kings would come running like boys in a game and ask 'What do you want?' Can't you hear? I'm still Antony!
my authority is disappearing i used to command kings i am still antony
Take hence this jack and whip him.
Remove this rude fellow and whip him.
Get this guy out of here and beat him.
throw this guy out & whip him
’Tis better playing with a lion’s whelp
Than with an old one dying.
It's better to play with a young lion than with an old dying one.
Yeah, way better to mess with a young lion than one that's already fading.
young lion beats dying lion
Moon and stars!
Whip him. Were’t twenty of the greatest tributaries
That do acknowledge Caesar, should I find them
So saucy with the hand of she here—what’s her name
Since she was Cleopatra? Whip him, fellows,
Till like a boy you see him cringe his face
And whine aloud for mercy. Take him hence.
By the moon and stars! Whip him. If even the twenty greatest kings who serve Caesar showed such disrespect to her hand—what's her name since she was Cleopatra—I would whip him, fellows, until like a boy he cringes and whines for mercy. Take him away.
Moon and stars! Whip him. If any of Caesar's twenty greatest kings showed that kind of disrespect to her hand—what's her name since she was Cleopatra—I'd whip him till he cries like a baby. Take him out of here.
whip him if caesar's kings showed this disrespect i'd whip him till he cries take him away
Mark Antony—
Mark Antony—
Mark Antony—
mark antony—
Tug him away. Being whipp’d,
Bring him again. This jack of Caesar’s shall
Bear us an errand to him.
Drag him away. After he's whipped, bring him back. This servant of Caesar's will carry a message from us back to him.
Get him out of here. After he's whipped, bring him back. This lackey of Caesar's will take a message from us to Caesar.
whip him then bring him back he'll carry my message to caesar
You were half blasted ere I knew you. Ha!
Have I my pillow left unpressed in Rome,
Forborne the getting of a lawful race,
And by a gem of women, to be abused
By one that looks on feeders?
You were already damaged before I even knew you. Did I abandon my duty in Rome, forgo having legitimate children, and choose you—a precious woman—just to be made a fool of by someone who flirts with servants?
You were already used up before I even met you. I gave up everything in Rome, skipped having a real family, all for you—someone I thought was amazing—just so you could cheat on me with some flunky?
you were already damaged before i met you. i gave up everything for you and you betray me w these guys?
Good my lord—
Good my lord—
Good my lord—
good my lord—
You have been a boggler ever.
But when we in our viciousness grow hard—
O misery on’t!—the wise gods seal our eyes,
In our own filth drop our clear judgments, make us
Adore our errors, laugh at’s while we strut
To our confusion.
You've always been indecisive. But when we grow hardened in our passion—oh, the misery of it!—the wise gods blind our eyes, drop our clear judgment into our own filth, make us worship our mistakes, and laugh at us while we strut toward our ruin.
You've always wavered. But when we get stuck in our desires and go numb—oh, what a mess!—the gods blind us, bury our good judgment in our own mess, make us love our mistakes, and laugh while we walk straight into disaster.
you've always been indecisive when passion hardens us the gods blind us we love our own mistakes and walk to disaster
When Antony asks if she is cold toward him, Cleopatra responds with perhaps the most extreme self-curse in Shakespeare: let her heart breed hail that kills her, kills Caesarion, kills all of Egypt, and leaves the dead unburied for flies. It is structurally similar to a contract — the penalty clause of a love oath. What makes it strange and moving is that it is not offered as a proof of love that cannot be doubted. It is offered as a logical wager: if I am cold to you, then let this happen. Antony accepts it. The audience is left wondering whether Cleopatra meant it fully, meant it as performance, or both simultaneously — and the play seems to argue that those three possibilities are not as distinct as they might appear.
O, is’t come to this?
Oh, has it come to this?
Is it really this bad?
it's come to this
I found you as a morsel cold upon
Dead Caesar’s trencher; nay, you were a fragment
Of Gneius Pompey’s, besides what hotter hours,
Unregistered in vulgar fame, you have
Luxuriously pick’d out. For I am sure,
Though you can guess what temperance should be,
You know not what it is.
I found you as a cold scrap left on a dead man's plate. In fact, you were Pompey's leftover, plus other affairs you've kept private. I'm certain that though you can guess what restraint is, you don't truly know it.
I found you as a leftover scrap on a dead man's plate. You were already Pompey's, plus you've had other secret affairs. I'm sure you can imagine what self-control is, but you've never actually practiced it.
you were a leftover from other men i found you as a scrap you don't know restraint
Wherefore is this?
Why are you saying this?
Why are you being this way?
why are you doing this
To let a fellow that will take rewards
And say “God quit you!” be familiar with
My playfellow, your hand, this kingly seal
And plighter of high hearts! O that I were
Upon the hill of Basan, to outroar
The horned herd! For I have savage cause,
And to proclaim it civilly were like
A haltered neck which does the hangman thank
For being yare about him.
Because I let a fellow who takes payment and says 'God bless you!' be familiar with my lover, your hand, this royal promise maker! Oh, that I were on a hill to roar louder than a herd of horned bulls! I have savage cause, and to say it civilly would be like thanking the hangman for hurrying.
Because I'm letting some guy who takes money and says 'Thanks!' get friendly with my lover, your hand, this royal pledge maker! I want to be on a hill and roar louder than a herd of bulls! I'm furious, and to say it politely would be like thanking the hangman for being quick.
i let a mercenary be familiar with you with your hand that's mine i want to roar like a bull i'm too angry to be civil
Is he whipped?
Was he beaten?
Did they whip him?
he get whipped?
Soundly, my lord.
Yes, thoroughly, sir.
Yeah, good and hard, sir.
yeah thoroughly lord
Cried he? And begged he pardon?
Did he cry? And did he beg for mercy?
Did he cry? Did he beg for forgiveness?
did he cry and beg
He did ask favour.
He did ask for mercy.
He asked for forgiveness.
he asked for mercy
If that thy father live, let him repent
Thou wast not made his daughter; and be thou sorry
To follow Caesar in his triumph, since
Thou hast been whipped for following him. Henceforth
The white hand of a lady fever thee;
Shake thou to look on’t. Get thee back to Caesar;
Tell him thy entertainment. Look thou say
He makes me angry with him; for he seems
Proud and disdainful, harping on what I am,
Not what he knew I was. He makes me angry,
And at this time most easy ’tis to do’t,
When my good stars that were my former guides
Have empty left their orbs and shot their fires
Into th’ abysm of hell. If he mislike
My speech and what is done, tell him he has
Hipparchus, my enfranched bondman, whom
He may at pleasure whip, or hang, or torture,
As he shall like, to quit me. Urge it thou.
Hence with thy stripes, be gone.
If your father lives, let him regret you weren't born his daughter, and you should regret following Caesar in his victory after being whipped for following me. From now on, a lady's hand will give you fever; you'll tremble at the sight of it. Go back to Caesar. Tell him what you suffered. Make sure you say he makes me angry because he's arrogant and focused only on what I am now, not what he knew I was. He makes me angry, and right now it's easy because my stars have abandoned me. If he doesn't like my words or what I've done, tell him he has my freedman Hipparchus—Caesar can whip or torture him as he wishes instead. Urge that. Go, leave here.
If your dad's alive, he should be sorry you're not his daughter, and you should regret following Caesar in his parade after getting whipped for following me. From now on, just the sight of a lady's hand will make you sick. You'll shake seeing it. Go back to Caesar. Tell him what happened to you. Make sure you tell him he makes me mad because he's too proud and only cares what I am now, not what I used to be. He makes me angry, and right now I'm easy to anger because the universe has abandoned me. If he doesn't like what I said or what I did, tell him I've got a freed slave named Hipparchus—Caesar can beat him or torture him instead if he wants. Tell him that. Now get out of here.
your father should regret you're not his daughter you should regret following caesar from now on a lady's hand will make you sick go tell caesar he makes me angry he only cares what i am now not what i was i'll offer him my freed slave to torture now get out
Have you done yet?
Are you finished?
Are you done?
that's enough stop
Alack, our terrene moon is now eclipsed,
And it portends alone the fall of Antony.
Alas, our earthly moon is now eclipsed, and it means only the fall of Antony.
Man, the moon is blocked out, and it only means I'm going down.
the moon is eclipsed it means my fall
I must stay his time.
I must wait for his mood to pass.
I just have to wait for him to calm down.
i have to wait
To flatter Caesar, would you mingle eyes
With one that ties his points?
Would you flatter Caesar by looking fondly at a man who laces his shoes?
You'd try to impress Caesar by being friendly with some guy's servant?
you'd flatter caesar with a servant
Not know me yet?
Don't you know who I am yet?
You seriously don't remember me?
don't you know me
Cold-hearted toward me?
Are you cold-hearted toward me?
Are you turning cold on me?
you're freezing me out
Ah, dear, if I be so,
From my cold heart let heaven engender hail
And poison it in the source, and the first stone
Drop in my neck; as it determines, so
Dissolve my life! The next Caesarion smite,
Till, by degrees the memory of my womb,
Together with my brave Egyptians all,
By the discandying of this pelleted storm,
Lie graveless, till the flies and gnats of Nile
Have buried them for prey!
Ah, dear, if I am cold, let heaven make hail from my cold heart and poison it from the source, and let the first hailstone strike my neck; as it melts, let my life dissolve! Let Caesar's son be struck next, and then, as this storm melts away, let the memory of my womb, together with all my brave Egyptians, lie without graves, fed upon by the flies and gnats of the Nile until they're gone!
Dear, if my heart is cold, let heaven turn it to poison and kill me with it. Let a hailstone strike me and kill me as it melts. Let Caesar's son die next. Let the Nile's insects eat the bodies of me and all my Egyptians until there's nothing left.
if i'm cold let heaven poison me let hail kill me let my son and all egypt die let the flies eat our bodies
I am satisfied.
Caesar sits down in Alexandria, where
I will oppose his fate. Our force by land
Hath nobly held; our severed navy too
Have knit again, and fleet, threat’ning most sea-like.
Where hast thou been, my heart? Dost thou hear, lady?
If from the field I shall return once more
To kiss these lips, I will appear in blood.
I and my sword will earn our chronicle.
There’s hope in’t yet.
I'm satisfied. Caesar is settling in Alexandria, where I will fight against his power. Our land forces have held well; our separated navy has reformed and floats, looking threatening and seaworthy. Where have you been, my heart? Do you hear, lady? If I return from the battlefield once more to kiss these lips, I'll come covered in blood. My sword and I will earn our place in the chronicles. There's hope yet.
I believe you. Caesar's camping in Alexandria, and I'll fight him there. Our army's held its ground; our navy's back together and ready to attack. Where've you been, my love? Are you listening? If I get back from battle alive to kiss you again, I'll be soaked in blood. My sword and I will make history. There's still hope.
caesar's in alexandria i'll fight him there our forces are ready if i return from battle i'll be covered in blood we'll make history there's hope
That’s my brave lord!
Now you're my brave lord again!
There's my warrior!
there he is my brave lord
I will be treble-sinewed, hearted, breathed,
And fight maliciously. For when mine hours
Were nice and lucky, men did ransom lives
Of me for jests. But now I’ll set my teeth
And send to darkness all that stop me. Come,
Let’s have one other gaudy night. Call to me
All my sad captains. Fill our bowls once more
Let’s mock the midnight bell.
I will be triply strong in sinews, heart, and breath, and fight with savage intensity. When my times were prosperous and lucky, men paid to ransom their lives from me for jokes. But now I'll clench my teeth and send to darkness all that oppose me. Come, let's have one more splendid night. Call all my sad captains. Let's fill our bowls once more. Let's laugh at midnight.
I'll be three times stronger in body, heart, and breath, and fight like a savage. When I was lucky and powerful, men paid me to let them live and I made jokes about it. But now I'll grit my teeth and destroy everyone who stops me. Come on, let's have one more wild night. Get all my officers here. Let's drink and party. Let's laugh at the midnight bell.
i'll fight savagely let's have one more wild night call the captains let's drink and party let's laugh at midnight
It is my birthday.
I had thought t’have held it poor, but since my lord
Is Antony again, I will be Cleopatra.
It's my birthday. I'd planned to keep it small, but since my lord is Antony again, I will be Cleopatra.
It's my birthday. I was going to keep it quiet, but since my lord is acting like Antony again, I'll be Cleopatra.
it's my birthday since you're antony again i'll be cleopatra
We will yet do well.
We'll find a way to succeed.
We're going to be okay.
we'll be ok
Call all his noble captains to my lord.
Summon all of his finest officers here.
Get all the officers over here.
call the captains
Do so; we’ll speak to them; and tonight I’ll force
The wine peep through their scars. Come on, my queen,
There’s sap in’t yet. The next time I do fight
I’ll make Death love me, for I will contend
Even with his pestilent scythe.
Do so; we'll speak to them; and tonight I'll make the wine shine through their scars. Come on, my queen, there's still strength in this. The next time I fight, I'll make Death itself love me, for I will challenge even his plague-ridden scythe.
Yeah, we'll talk to them. Tonight I'll make wine shine through their wounds. Come on, queen, we've still got power. Next time I fight, I'll make Death fall in love with me by fighting his scythe itself.
we'll speak to them tonight we still have power next time i fight i'll challenge death itself
Now he’ll outstare the lightning. To be furious
Is to be frighted out of fear, and in that mood
The dove will peck the estridge; and I see still
A diminution in our captain’s brain
Restores his heart. When valour preys on reason,
It eats the sword it fights with. I will seek
Some way to leave him.
Now he'll stare down lightning. To be furious is to be frightened out of fear, and in that mood even a dove will peck an eagle; and I see a loss of reason in our captain actually restores his heart. When valor eats reason, it devours the sword it fights with. I will find some way to leave him.
Now he'll stare at lightning and not blink. When you're that angry, you stop being scared, and a dove will peck an eagle. I see how losing his mind actually makes him feel better. But when bravery eats brains, it destroys the sword you fight with. I have to find a way to get out of here.
he'll stare at lightning now when fury takes over brains go out the window and that destroys the sword you fight with i have to leave him
The Reckoning
The longest scene in Act 3 is a tempest that moves through multiple emotional weather systems: Enobarbus's brutal private verdict on Antony, Cleopatra's dangerous diplomatic flirtation with Caesar's agent, Antony's explosion of jealousy and humiliated rage, his attack on Cleopatra with her full sexual history, Cleopatra's magnificent oath of self-cursing in her own defense, their reconciliation over wine and a last night of glory, and Enobarbus — watching all of it — finally deciding to leave. The scene ends with Antony burning bright and Enobarbus walking out.
If this happened today…
A disgraced CEO comes back to the office after a catastrophic public failure. He finds his assistant having a friendly meeting with a consultant sent by the competitor who just crushed them. He explodes, humiliates the consultant, and then turns on his assistant with every unflattering thing he's ever thought about her past. She calls down a curse on herself if any of it's true. He believes her. He orders champagne. 'One more night,' he says. 'One more fight.' She says: 'Then I'm Cleopatra again.' They go in. His most loyal deputy watches this from the hallway. He calls a headhunter.