Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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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,
Mes. And something to be done immediately.
Ant. Octauius, leade your Battaile softly on
Ant. Vpon the left hand of the euen Field.
Octa. Octa.
Octa. Vpon the right hand I, keepe thou the left.
Ant. Why do you crosse me in this exigent.