Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Pom. A man prepar'd
Pom. To take this offer. But Marke Anthony,
Pom. Put me to some impatience: though I loose
Pom. The praise of it by telling. You must know
Pom. When Cæsar and your Brother were at blowes,
Pom. Your Mother came to Cicelie, and did finde
Pom. Her welcome Friendly.
Ant. Ant.
Ant. I haue heard it Pompey,
Ant. And am well studied for a liberall thanks,
Ant. Which I do owe you.
Pom. Pom.
Pom. Let me haue your hand:
Pom. I did not thinke Sir, to haue met you heere,
Ant. The beds i'th'East are soft, and thanks to you,
Ant. That cal'd me timelier then my purpose hither:
Ant. For I haue gained by't.
Cæsar. Cæsar.
Cæsar. Since I saw you last, ther's a change vpon you.