Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Cæsar. Frownes at this leuitie. Gentle Lords let's part,
Cæsar. You see we haue burnt our cheekes. Strong Enobarbe
Cæsar. Is weaker then the Wine, and mine owne tongue
Cæsar. Spleet's what it speakes: the wilde disguise hath almost
Cæsar. Antickt vs all. What needs more words? goodnight.
Cæsar. Good Anthony your hand.
Pom. Pom.
Pom. Ile try you on the shore.
Anth. Anth.
Anth. And shall Sir, giues your hand.
Pom. Oh Anthony, you haue my Father house.
Pom. But what, we are Friends?
Pom. Come downe into the Boate.
Eno. Eno.
Eno. Take heed you fall not Menas: Ile not on shore,
Eno. No to my Cabin: these Drummes,
Eno. These Trumpets, Flutes: what
Eno. Let Neptune heare, we bid aloud farewell
Eno. To these great Fellowes. Sound and be hang'd, sound out.