Shakespeare's Antony and Cleopatra Act V Scene 2 - Finale

A live on tape (made for TV) stage production of William Shakespeare's "Antony and Cleopatra" starring Timothy Dalton as Marc Antony, Lynn Redgrave as Queen Cleopatra and Barrie Ingham as Enobarbus.
USA 1983

[ronaldstrange]

An excellent performance and how brilliant for students studying Shakespeare. I really must compliment all concerned with this first class production. Thank you.

[theboomandbang]

After watching the whole series, i thank thee for thy effort in uploadince, knowledge and memories of this play art thy benefit.

[yolandamofork]

Cleo nailed her final lines.. holy crap

[virgilpine]

I love when Charmion says, "Its well done and fitting of a princess decendant of so many royal kings!"

[Albertus]

Thank you for posting the entire production. I had just finished reading the play when I watched this version, which I enjoyed very much.

[HerdisMarie]

Thank you for uploading the rest of these! They will be immensely helpful to my writing.

[raysand]

I love that line: Well done and fitting for a princess descendant of so many royal kings! And what a dynasty the Ptolemies were!

[coloraturaElise]

Nichelle Nichols (Lt Uhura from Star Trek) is Charmian and Anthony Geary (General Hospital) is Octavian.

[bernhardwall]

Uncle Phil the Shredder was the eunuch!

[Robert.Stole.the.Television]

That was a ride. I don't believe any culture should celebrate and glorify suicide, but it was a ride nonetheless.

[MieIlei]

Hello, thank you so much for posting this! I have to give an oratory speech soon about this monologue so it rly helps! I'm just gonna post the written version so I can review it🥰

Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have
Immortal longings in me: now no more.
The juice of Egypt's grape shall moist this lip:
Yare, yare, good Iras; quick. Methinks I hear
Antony call; I see him rouse himself
To praise my noble act; I hear him mock
The luck of Caesar, which the gods give men
To excuse their after wrath: husband, I come:
Now to that name my courage prove my title!
I am fire and air; my other elements
I give to baser life. So; have you done?
Come then, and take the last warmth of my lips.
Farewell, kind Charmian; Iras, long farewell.
[Kisses them. IRAS falls and dies]
Have I the aspic in my lips? Dost fall?
If thou and nature can so gently part,
The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch,
Which hurts, and is desired. Dost thou lie still?
If thus thou vanishest, thou tell'st the world
It is not worth leave-taking

[lavoxii]

Fie, fie! unknit that threatening unkind brow,
And dart not scornful glances from those eyes
To wound thy lord, thy king, thy governor.
It blots thy beauty as frosts do bite the meads,
Confounds thy fame as whirlwinds shake fair buds,
And in no sense is meet or amiable.
A woman mov’d is like a fountain troubled-
Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty;
And while it is so, none so dry or thirsty
Will deign to sip or touch one drop of it.
Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper,
Thy head, thy sovereign; one that cares for thee,
And for thy maintenance commits his body
To painful labour both by sea and land,
To watch the night in storms, the day in cold,
Whilst thou liest warm at home, secure and safe;
And craves no other tribute at thy hands
But love, fair looks, and true obedience-
Too little payment for so great a debt.
Such duty as the subject owes the prince,
Even such a woman oweth to her husband;
And when she is froward, peevish, sullen, sour,
And not obedient to his honest will,
What is she but a foul contending rebel
And graceless traitor to her loving lord?
I am asham’d that women are so simple
To offer war where they should kneel for peace;
Or seek for rule, supremacy, and sway,
When they are bound to serve, love, and obey.
Why are our bodies soft and weak and smooth,
Unapt to toil and trouble in the world,
But that our soft conditions and our hearts
Should well agree with our external parts?
Come, come, you forward and unable worms!
My mind hath been as big as one of yours,
My heart as great, my reason haply more,
To bandy word for word and frown for frown;
But now I see our lances are but straws,
Our strength as weak, our weakness past compare,
That seeming to be most which we indeed least are.
Then vail your stomachs, for it is no boot,
And place your hands below your husband’s foot;
In token of which duty, if he please,
My hand is ready, may it do him ease.

[shaughnfourie]

THIS IS BS THIS WOMAN IS TELLING A STORY NOT ACTING IS THE STORY LIVING ITSELF OUT NOW IN FRONT OF US WE ARE NOT MOVED OR AMUSED AS A REAL LADY ONCE SAID

[gabrielagustinhomas]

Who else here is watching this for their History 130 class in 2025?