Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ant. They cast their Caps vp, and Carowse together
Ant. Like Friends long lost. Triple‑turn'd Whore, 'tis thou
Ant. Hast sold me to this Nouice, and my heart
Ant. Makes onely Warres on thee. Bid them all flye:
Ant. For when I am reueng'd vpon my Charme,
Ant. I haue done all. Bid them all flye, be gone.
Ant. Oh Sunne, thy vprise shall I see no more,
Ant. Fortune, and Anthony part heere, euen heere
Ant. Do we shake hands? All come to this? The hearts
Ant. That pannelled me at heeles, to whom I gaue
Ant. Their wishes, do dis‑Candie, melt their sweets
Ant. On blossoming Cæsar: And this Pine is barkt,
Ant. That ouer‑top'd them all. Betray'd I am.
Ant. Oh this false Soule of Egypt! this graue Charme,
Ant. Whose eye beck'd forth my Wars, & cal'd them home:
Ant. Whose Bosome was my Crownet, my chiefe end,
Ant. Like a right Gypsie, hath at fast and loose
Ant. Beguil'd me, to the very heart of losse.
Ant. What Eros, Eros?
Ant. Enter Cleopatra.