Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Sooth. But yet hie you to Egypt againe.
Antho. Antho.
Antho. Say to me, whose Fortunes shall rise higher
Antho. Cæsars or mine?
Soot. Soot.
Soot. Cæsars. Therefore (oh Anthony) stay not by his side
Soot. Thy Dæmon that thy spirit which keepes thee, is
Soot. Noble, Couragious, high vnmatchable,
Soot. Where Cæsars is not. But neere him, thy Angell
Soot. Becomes a feare: as being o're‑powr'd, therefore
Soot. Make space enough betweene you.
Anth. Anth.
Anth. Speake this no more.
Sooth. Sooth.
Sooth. To none but thee no more but: when to thee,
Sooth. If thou dost play with him at any game,
Sooth. Thou art sure to loose: And of that Naturall lucke,
Sooth. He beats thee 'gainst the oddes. Thy Luster thickens,
Sooth. When he shines by: I say againe, thy spirit
Sooth. Is all affraid to gouerne thee neere him: