Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ant. Heere did'st thou fall, and heere thy Hunters stand
Ant. Sign'd in thy Spoyle, and Crimson'd in thy Lethee.
Ant. O World! thou wast the Forrest to this Hart,
Ant. And this indeed, O World, the Hart of thee.
Ant. How like a Deere, stroken by many Princes,
Ant. Dost thou heere lye?
Cassi. Cassi.
Cassi. Mark Antony.
Ant. Ant.
Ant. Pardon me Caius Cassius:
Ant. The Enemies of Cæsar, shall say this:
Ant. Then, in a Friend, it is cold Modestie.
Cassi. I blame you not for praising Cæsar so.
Cassi. But what compact meane you to haue with vs?
Cassi. Will you be prick'd in number of our Friends,
Cassi. Or shall we on, and not depend on you?
Ant. Therefore I tooke your hands, but was indeed
Ant. Sway'd from the point, by looking downe on Cæsar.