Thrice-nobler than myself! Thou teachest me, O valiant Eros, what I should, and thou couldst not. My queen and Eros Have by their brave instruction got upon me A nobleness in record: but I will be A bridegroom in my death, and run into't As to a lover's bed.
You're three times nobler than I am! You've taught me, brave Eros, what I should do, and you couldn't. My queen and Eros Have taught me a nobility worth recording: But I'll be a bridegroom in my death, and run into it As if it were a lover's bed.
Mark Antony · Act 4, Scene 14
Naught, naught all, naught! I can behold no longer: The Antoniad, the Egyptian admiral, With all their sixty, fly and turn the rudder: To see't mine eyes are blasted.
Nothing, nothing at all, nothing! I can't watch anymore: The Egyptian admiral, with all sixty of their ships, Is fleeing and steering away: It's so bad I can't bear to see it.
Domitius Enobarbus · Act 3, Scene 10
Thy demon, that's thy spirit which keeps thee, is Noble, courageous high, unmatchable, Where Caesar's is not; but, near him, thy angel Becomes a fear, as being o'erpower'd: therefore Make space enough between you.
Your spirit, which controls you, is Noble, brave, high, and unbeatable, While Caesar's is not; but when you're near him, your angel Becomes a fear, as if it's overpowered: so Keep some distance between you.
The Soothsayer · Act 2, Scene 3
I found you as a morsel cold upon Dead Caesar's trencher; nay, you were a fragment Of Cneius Pompey's; besides what hotter hours, Unregister'd 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, like a cold scrap of food, Left on dead Caesar's plate; no, you were a leftover From Cneius Pompey's meal; besides, in more passionate moments, Unspoken in common gossip, you have Indulged yourself in pleasures: for, I'm sure, Though you know what moderation should be, You don't know what it actually means.
Mark Antony · Act 3, Scene 13