Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Eno. That year indeed, he was trobled with a rheume,
Eno. What willingly he did confound, he wail'd,
Eno. Beleeu't till I weepe too.
Cæsar. Cæsar.
Cæsar. No sweet Octauia,
Cæsar. You shall heare from me still: the time shall not
Cæsar. Out‑go my thinking on you.
Ant. Ant.
Ant. Come Sir, come,
Ant. Ile wrastle with you in my strength of loue,
Ant. Looke heere I haue you, thus I let you go,
Ant. And giue you to the Gods.
Cæsar. Adieu, be happy.
Lep. Lep.
Lep. Let all the number of the Starres giue light
Lep. To thy faire way.
Cæsar. Farewell, farewell.
Cæsar. Kisses Octauia.