Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Pom. Pom.
Pom. Well, I know not,
Pom. What counts harsh Fortune cast's vpon my face,
Pom. But in my bosome shall she neuer come,
Pom. To make my heart her vassaile.
Lep. Lep.
Lep. Well met heere.
Pom. I hope so Lepidus, thus we are agreed:
Pom. I craue our composion may be written
Pom. And seal'd betweene vs,
Cæsar. Cæsar.
Cæsar. That's the next to do.
Pom. Weele feast each other, ere we part, and lett's
Pom. Draw lots who shall begin.
Ant. Ant.
Ant. That will I Pompey.
Pompey. Pompey.
Pompey. No Anthony take the lot: but first or last,