Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Both. Enter Octauius, Antony, and their Army.
Octa. Octa.
Octa. Now Antony, our hopes are answered,
Octa. You said the Enemy would not come downe,
Octa. But keepe the Hilles and vpper Regions:
Octa. It proues not so: their battailes are at hand,
Octa. They meane to warne vs at Philippi heere:
Octa. Answering before we do demand of them.
Ant. Ant.
Ant. Tut I am in their bosomes, and I know
Ant. Wherefore they do it: They could be content
Ant. To visit other places, and come downe
Ant. With fearefull brauery: thinking by this face
Ant. To fasten in our thoughts that they haue Courage;
Ant. But 'tis not so.
Ant. Enter a Messenger.
Mes. Mes.
Mes. Prepare you Generals,
Mes. The Enemy comes on in gallant shew:
Mes. Their bloody signe of Battell is hung out,