This is a list of all the questions and their associated study carrel identifiers. One can learn a lot of the "aboutness" of a text simply by reading the questions.
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2062 | ''Tis your last remedy, and strongest too: And then this Dolabella, who so fit To practise on? |
2062 | ''Twas what I feared.-- Charmion, is this well done? |
2062 | A long speech preparing? |
2062 | A word in private.-- When saw you Dolabella? |
2062 | Again? |
2062 | Ah, what will not a woman do, who loves? |
2062 | Alone, and talking to himself? |
2062 | Am I a Cleopatra? |
2062 | Am I false, Or infamous? |
2062 | Am I to live, or die?--nay, do I live? |
2062 | And dreamed you this? |
2062 | And she received my message with as true, With as unfeigned a sorrow as you brought it? |
2062 | And should I Forsake this beauty? |
2062 | And should my weakness be a plea for yours? |
2062 | And to whom could I more fitly apply myself than to your lordship, who have not only an inborn, but an hereditary loyalty? |
2062 | And was I worth a tear? |
2062 | And what''s this toy, In balance with your fortune, honour, fame? |
2062 | And who must wear them then? |
2062 | And would you more? |
2062 | And yet you first Persuaded me: How come you altered since? |
2062 | And, would you multiply more ruins on me? |
2062 | Are they noble? |
2062 | Are you Antony? |
2062 | Are you concerned, That she''s found false? |
2062 | Are you my friend, Ventidius? |
2062 | Art thou Ventidius? |
2062 | Art thou living? |
2062 | Art thou not one? |
2062 | Art thou returned at last, my better half? |
2062 | At Actium, who betrayed him? |
2062 | Begged it, my lord? |
2062 | Bright as a goddess? |
2062 | But have I no remembrance? |
2062 | But shall I speak? |
2062 | But what of that? |
2062 | But who''s that stranger? |
2062 | Can Heaven prepare A newer torment? |
2062 | Can I do this? |
2062 | Can it find a curse Beyond our separation? |
2062 | Can they be friends of Antony, who revel When Antony''s in danger? |
2062 | Can you not tell her, you must part? |
2062 | Canst thou remember, When, swelled with hatred, thou beheld''st her first, As accessary to thy brother''s death? |
2062 | Could I do so? |
2062 | Could he speak More plainly? |
2062 | Could you not beg An hour''s admittance to his private ear? |
2062 | Coward flesh, Wouldst thou conspire with Caesar to betray me, As thou wert none of mine? |
2062 | Did he then weep? |
2062 | Did not you o''errule, And force my plain, direct, and open love, Into these crooked paths of jealousy? |
2062 | Didst thou not shrink behind me from those eyes And whisper in my ear-- Oh, tell her not That I accused her with my brother''s death? |
2062 | Does this weak passion Become a mighty queen? |
2062 | Dost thou think me desperate, Without just cause? |
2062 | Drives me before him, To the world''s ridge, and sweeps me off like rubbish? |
2062 | Enter CHARMION Now, what news, my Charmion? |
2062 | First tell me, were you chosen by my lord? |
2062 | For showing you yourself, Which none else durst have done? |
2062 | Fortune is Caesar''s now; and what am I? |
2062 | Go from all that''s excellent? |
2062 | Good heavens, is this,--is this the man who braves me? |
2062 | Has he courage? |
2062 | Hast thou not seen my morning chambers filled With sceptred slaves, who waited to salute me? |
2062 | Hast thou not still some grudgings of thy fever? |
2062 | Have I then lived to be excused to Caesar? |
2062 | Have comfort, madam: Did you mark that shout? |
2062 | Have you no friend In all his army, who has power to move him? |
2062 | How bears he this last blow? |
2062 | How is it with you? |
2062 | How less pleasing? |
2062 | How shall I plead my cause, when you, my judge, Already have condemned me? |
2062 | How stands the queen affected? |
2062 | How? |
2062 | I am no queen: Is this to be a queen, to be besieged By yon insulting Roman, and to wait Each hour the victor''s chain? |
2062 | I can not go one moment from your sight, And must I go for ever? |
2062 | I find a secret yielding in my soul; But Cleopatra, who would die with me, Must she be left? |
2062 | I, traitor as I was, for love of you( But what can you not do, who made me false?) |
2062 | If a little glittering in discourse has passed them on us for witty men, where was the necessity of undeceiving the world? |
2062 | If bounteous nature, if indulgent Heaven Have given me charms to please the bravest man, Should I not thank them? |
2062 | In the first place, I am to be forsaken; is''t not so? |
2062 | In the meantime, what right can be pretended by these men to attempt innovation in church or state? |
2062 | Is Death no more? |
2062 | Is it for thee to spy upon my soul, And see its inward mourning? |
2062 | Is she fair? |
2062 | Is that a hard request? |
2062 | Is that a word For Antony to use to Cleopatra? |
2062 | Is there one god unsworn to my destruction? |
2062 | Is there yet left A possibility of aid from valour? |
2062 | Is this a meeting? |
2062 | Is this friendly done? |
2062 | Is this so strange? |
2062 | Is''t come to this? |
2062 | Know you his business? |
2062 | Less to yourself, or me? |
2062 | Let me think: What can I say, to save myself from death? |
2062 | Look on her, view her well, and those she brings: Are they all strangers to your eyes? |
2062 | Look on these; Are they not yours? |
2062 | May I believe you love me? |
2062 | More softly.--My farewell? |
2062 | Must I bear this? |
2062 | Must I bid you twice? |
2062 | Must I weep too? |
2062 | My Cleopatra? |
2062 | My joys, my only joys, are centred here: What place have I to go to? |
2062 | My kisses, my embraces now are hers; While I-- But thou hast seen my rival; speak, Does she deserve this blessing? |
2062 | My lord, have I Deserved to be thus used? |
2062 | My lord? |
2062 | My own kingdom? |
2062 | My queen and thou have got the start of me, And I''m the lag of honour.--Gone so soon? |
2062 | No more? |
2062 | No, I''m proud''Tis thus: Would Antony could see me now Think you he would not sigh, though he must leave me? |
2062 | Not Cleopatra? |
2062 | Not see him; say you? |
2062 | Not so? |
2062 | Now thou hast seen me, art thou satisfied? |
2062 | Now, Antony, wouldst thou be born for this? |
2062 | Now, what''s the event? |
2062 | O Dolabella, which way shall I turn? |
2062 | Octavia, I was looking you, my love: What, are your letters ready? |
2062 | Oh, wheel you there? |
2062 | Or am I dead before I knew, and thou The first kind ghost that meets me? |
2062 | Or am I dead? |
2062 | Or are you turned a Dolabella too, And let this fury loose? |
2062 | Or sought you this employment? |
2062 | Pity pleads for Octavia; But does it not plead more for Cleopatra? |
2062 | Respect is for a wife: Am I that thing, That dull, insipid lump, without desires, And without power to give them? |
2062 | Saw you the emperor, Ventidius? |
2062 | Shall I bring The love you bore me for my advocate? |
2062 | Shall I set A man, my equal, in the place of Jove, As he could give me being? |
2062 | Shame of our sex, Dost thou not blush to own those black endearments, That make sin pleasing? |
2062 | She dies for love; but she has known its joys: Gods, is this just, that I, who know no joys, Must die, because she loves? |
2062 | She looked, methought, As she would say-- Take your old man, Octavia; Thank you, I''m better here.-- Well, but what use Make we of this discovery? |
2062 | Should I be ashamed, And not be proud? |
2062 | Should mistresses be left, And not provide against a time of change? |
2062 | Speak; would you have me perish by my stay? |
2062 | Ten years''love, And not a moment lost, but all improved To the utmost joys,--what ages have we lived? |
2062 | That I have lost for you: Or to the Romans? |
2062 | That''s my royal master; And, shall we fight? |
2062 | The aspics, madam? |
2062 | The least unmortgaged hope? |
2062 | The pretty hand in earnest? |
2062 | The queen, where is she? |
2062 | Then art thou innocent, my poor dear love, And art thou dead? |
2062 | Then must we part? |
2062 | Then, Dolabella, where was then thy soul? |
2062 | Then, granting this, What power was theirs, who wrought so hard a temper To honourable terms? |
2062 | Then, we must part? |
2062 | There''s but one way shut up: How came I hither? |
2062 | Therefore you would leave me? |
2062 | They hate me for your sake: Or must I wander The wide world o''er, a helpless, banished woman, Banished for love of you; banished from you? |
2062 | This all- perfect creature? |
2062 | This from a friend? |
2062 | Thou wouldst say, he would not see me? |
2062 | Though I deserved this usage, Was it like you to give it? |
2062 | To frighten our Egyptian boys withal, And train them up, betimes, in fear of priesthood? |
2062 | To place myself beneath the mighty flaw, Thus to be crushed, and pounded into atoms, By its o''erwhelming weight? |
2062 | To stand by my fair fame, and guard the approaches From the ill tongues of men? |
2062 | To what end These ensigns of your pomp and royalty? |
2062 | Unwillingly? |
2062 | Vanquished? |
2062 | Was it for me to prop The ruins of a falling majesty? |
2062 | Was it so hard for you to bear our parting? |
2062 | Was not thy fury quite disarmed with wonder? |
2062 | We''re now alone, in secrecy and silence; And is not this like lovers? |
2062 | Well, Dolabella, you performed my message? |
2062 | Well, I must man it out:--What would the queen? |
2062 | Were there so many hours For your unkindness, and not one for love? |
2062 | What harms it you that Cleopatra''s just? |
2062 | What has my age deserved, that you should think I would abuse your ears with perjury? |
2062 | What hindered me to have led my conquering eagles To fill Octavius''bands? |
2062 | What lethargy has crept into your soul? |
2062 | What means my lord? |
2062 | What means will she refuse, to keep that heart, Where all her joys are placed? |
2062 | What must be done? |
2062 | What secret meaning have you in those words Of-- My farewell? |
2062 | What shall I answer? |
2062 | What shall I do, or whither shall I turn? |
2062 | What tell''st thou me of Egypt? |
2062 | What think''st thou was his answer? |
2062 | What was''t they said? |
2062 | What woman was it, whom you heard and saw So playful with my friend? |
2062 | What''s false, my lord? |
2062 | What, is she poison to you?--a disease? |
2062 | Where have you learnt that answer? |
2062 | Where is my lord? |
2062 | Where left you them? |
2062 | Where shall I find him, where? |
2062 | Where, where''s the queen? |
2062 | Wherein have I offended you, my lord, That I am bid to leave you? |
2062 | Which way? |
2062 | Who am I? |
2062 | Who am I? |
2062 | Who bids my age make way? |
2062 | Who knows, but we may pierce through all their troops, And reach my veterans yet? |
2062 | Who made him cheap at Rome, but Cleopatra? |
2062 | Who made him scorned abroad, but Cleopatra? |
2062 | Who made his children orphans, and poor me A wretched widow? |
2062 | Who made them the trustees, or to speak a little nearer their own language, the keepers of the liberty of England? |
2062 | Who says we must? |
2062 | Who shall guard mine, For living after you? |
2062 | Why did they refuse to march? |
2062 | Why didst thou mock my hopes with promised aids, To double my despair? |
2062 | Why didst thou tempt my anger, by discovery Of what I would not hear? |
2062 | Why do I seek a proof beyond yourself? |
2062 | Why dost thou drive me from myself, to search For foreign aids?--to hunt my memory, And range all o''er a waste and barren place, To find a friend? |
2062 | Why have you brought me back to this loathed being; The abode of falsehood, violated vows, And injured love? |
2062 | Why should a man like this, Who dares not trust his fate for one great action, Be all the care of Heaven? |
2062 | Why should he lord it O''er fourscore thousand men, of whom each one Is braver than himself? |
2062 | Why should they fight indeed, to make her conquer, And make you more a slave? |
2062 | Why shouldst thou make that question? |
2062 | Why stayest thou here? |
2062 | Why then does Antony dream out his hours, And tempts not fortune for a noble day, Which might redeem what Actium lost? |
2062 | Why was I framed with this plain, honest heart, Which knows not to disguise its griefs and weakness, But bears its workings outward to the world? |
2062 | Why would you shift it from yourself on me? |
2062 | Why? |
2062 | Why? |
2062 | Will he be kind? |
2062 | Will you go? |
2062 | Will you then die? |
2062 | Wilt thou forgive my fondness this once more? |
2062 | Wilt thou not live, to speak some good of me? |
2062 | Would a man who has an ill title to an estate, but yet is in possession of it; would he bring it of his own accord, to be tried at Westminster? |
2062 | Would you be taken? |
2062 | Would you believe he loved you? |
2062 | Would you cast off a slave who followed you? |
2062 | Would you indeed? |
2062 | Would you triumph o''er poor Octavia''s virtue? |
2062 | Yes, but he''ll say, you left Octavia for me;-- And, can you blame me to receive that love, Which quitted such desert, for worthless me? |
2062 | Yes; when his end is so, I must join with him; Indeed I must, and yet you must not chide; Why am I else your friend? |
2062 | Yet grant that all the love she boasts were true, Has she not ruined you? |
2062 | Yet may I speak? |
2062 | Yet, are you cold? |
2062 | Yet, is there ary more? |
2062 | Yield me to Caesar''s pride? |
2062 | You plead each other''s cause: What witness have you, That you but meant to raise my jealousy? |
2062 | You will not leave me then? |
2062 | You will not see her? |
2062 | You would be killed like Tully, would you? |
2062 | You would be lost, then? |
2062 | You would free me, And would be dropt at Athens; was''t not so? |
2062 | You''ll remember To whom you stand obliged? |
2062 | and is all perfection Confined to her? |
2062 | and will he not forsake me? |
2062 | concerned too? |
2062 | has nature No secret call, no whisper they are yours? |
2062 | her eunuch there? |
2062 | how could you betray This tender heart, which with an infant fondness Lay lulled betwixt your bosoms, and there slept, Secure of injured faith? |
2062 | might not I Share in your entertainment? |
2062 | or stand they thus neglected, As they are mine? |
2062 | to gain you kingdoms, Which, for a kiss, at your next midnight feast, You''ll sell to her? |
2062 | where is he? |
2062 | where? |
2062 | whither? |
2062 | wouldst thou betray him too? |