Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Enob. That Life, a very Rebell to my will,
Enob. May hang no longer on me. Throw my heart
Enob. Against the flint and hardnesse of my fault,
Enob. Which being dried with greefe, will breake to powder,
Enob. And finish all foule thoughts. Oh Anthony,
Enob. Nobler then my reuolt is Infamous,
Enob. Forgiue me in thine owne particular,
Enob. But let the world ranke me in Register
Enob. A Master leauer, and a fugitiue:
Enob. Oh Anthony! Oh Anthony!
1 1
1 Let's speake to him.
Cent. Cent.
Cent. Let's heare him, for the things he speakes
Cent. May concerne Cæsar.
2 2
2 Let's do so; but he sleepes.
Cent. Swoonds rather, for so bad a Prayer as his
Cent. Was neuer yet for sleepe.