Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
Title: Search
Eno. So many Mer‑maides tended her i'th'eyes,
Eno. And made their bends adornings. At the Helme.
Eno. A seeming Mer‑maide steeres: The Silken Tackle,
Eno. Swell with the touches of those Flower‑soft hands,
Eno. That yarely frame the office. From the Barge
Eno. A strange inuisible perfume hits the sense
Eno. Of the adiacent Wharfes. The Citty cast
Eno. Her people out vpon her: and Anthony
Eno. Enthron'd i'th'Market‑place, did sit alone,
Eno. Whisling to'th'ayre: which but for vacancie,
Eno. Had gone to gaze on Cleopater too,
Eno. And made a gap in Nature.
Agri. Agri.
Agri. Rare Egiptian.
Eno. Eno.
Eno. Vpon her landing, Anthony sent to her,
Eno. Inuited her to Supper: she replyed,
Eno. It should be better, he became her guest:
Eno. Which she entreated, our Courteous Anthony,
Eno. Whom nere the word of no woman hard speake,