This grief is crowned with consolation. — Antony and Cleopatra

"In natures infinite book of secrecy A little I can read."

"It is my birth-day: I had thought to have held it poor: but, since my lord Is Antony again, I will be Cleopatra."

"He calls me boy; and chides, as he had power To beat me out of Egypt; my messenger He hath whippd with rods; dares me to personal combat, Caesar to Antony: let the old ruffian know I have many other ways to die; meantime Laugh at his challenge."

"Antony: Sometime we see a cloud that’s dragonish; A vapour sometime like a bear or lion, A tower’d citadel, a pendent rock, A forked mountain, or blue promontory With trees upon ’t, that nod unto the world, And mock our eyes with air: thou hast seen these signs? They are black vespers pageants. Enorbarbus: Ay, my lord. Antony: That which is now a horse, even with a thought The rack dislimns, and makes it indistinct, As water is in water."

"Since Cleopatra died, I have liv’d in such dishonour, that the gods Detest my baseness."

"Observe how Antony becomes his flaw"