The Tragedy of Antony and Cleopatra
You may see, Lepidus, and henceforth know,
It is not Caesar's natural vice to hate
Our great competitor. From Alexandria
This is the news: he fishes, drinks, and wastes
The lamps of night in revel; is not more manlike
Than Cleopatra, nor the queen of Ptolemy
More womanly than he; (1.4.1)
Now Antony must leave her utterly.
Never! He will not.
Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale
Her infinite variety. Other women cloy
The appetites they feed, but she makes hungry
Where most she satisfies; for vilest things
Become themselves in her, that the holy priests
Bless her when she is riggish.
If beauty, wisdom, modesty, can settle
The heart of Antony, Octavia is
A blessed lottery to him. (2.2.235)
[Aside to AGRIPPA] Will Caesar weep?
[Aside to ENOBARBUS] He has a cloud in's face.
[Aside to AGRIPPA] He were the worse for that, were he a
So is he, being a man.
[Aside to ENOBARBUS] Why, Enobarbus,
When Antony found Julius Caesar dead,
He cried almost to roaring; and he wept
When at Philippi he found Brutus slain.
[Aside to AGRIPPA] That year, indeed, he was troubled
with a rheum;
What willingly he did confound he wail'd,
Believe't- till I weep too. (3.2.51)