Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ant. Ant.
Ant. You shall not finde,
Ant. Though you be therein curious, the lest cause
Ant. For what you seeme to feare, so the Gods keepe you,
Ant. And make the hearts of Romaines serue your ends:
Ant. We will heere part.
Cæsar. Cæsar.
Cæsar. Farewell my deerest Sister, fare thee well,
Cæsar. The Elements be kind to thee, and make
Cæsar. Thy spirits all of comfort: fare thee well.
Octa. Octa.
Octa. My Noble Brother.
Anth. Anth.
Anth. The Aprill's in her eyes, it is Loues spring,
Anth. And these the showers to bring it on: be cheerfull.
Octa. Sir, looke well to my Husbands house: and—
Cæsar. What Octauia?