Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ant. And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony
Ant. Would ruffle vp your Spirits, and put a Tongue
Ant. In euery Wound of Cæsar, that should moue
Ant. The stones of Rome, to rise and Mutiny.
All. All.
All. Wee'l Mutiny.
1 1
1 Wee'l burne the house of Brutus.
3 3
3 Away then, come, seeke the Conspirators.
Ant. Ant.
Ant. Yet heare me Countrymen, yet heare me speake
All. Peace hoe, heare Antony, most Noble Antony.
Ant. Why Friends, you go to do you know not what:
Ant. Wherein hath Cæsar thus deseru'd your loues?
Ant. Alas you know not, I must tell you then:
Ant. You haue forgot the Will I told you of.