Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Pom. With the arm'd rest, Courtiers of beautious freedome,
Pom. To drench the Capitoll, but that they would
Pom. Haue one man but a man, and that his it
Pom. Hath made me rigge my Nauie. At whose burthen,
Pom. The anger'd Ocean fomes, with which I meant
Pom. To scourge th'ingratitude, that despightfull Rome
Pom. Cast on my Noble Father.
Cæsar. Cæsar.
Cæsar. Take your time.
Ant. Ant.
Ant. Thou can'st not feare vs Pompey with thy sailes.
Ant. Weele speake with thee at Sea. At land thou know'st
Ant. How much we do o're‑count thee.
Pom. Pom.
Pom. At Land indeed
Pom. Thou dost orecount me of my Fathers house:
Pom. But since the Cuckoo buildes not for himselfe,
Pom. Remaine in't as thou maist.
Lepi. Lepi.
Lepi. Be pleas'd to tell vs,