Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ant. I loose my selfe: better I were not yours
Ant. Then your so branchlesse. But as you requested,
Ant. Your selfe shall go between's, the meane time Lady,
Ant. Ile raise the preparation of a Warre
Ant. Shall staine your Brother, make your soonest hast,
Ant. So your desires are yours.
Oct. Oct.
Oct. Thanks to my Lord,
Oct. The Ioue of power make me most weake, most weake,
Oct. You reconciler: Warres 'twixt you twaine would be,
Oct. As if the world should cleaue, and that slaine men
Oct. Should soader vp the Rift.
Anth. Anth.
Anth. When it appeeres to you where this begins,
Anth. Turne your displeasure that way, for our faults
Anth. Can neuer be so equall, that your loue
Anth. Can equally moue with them. Prouide your going,
Anth. Choose your owne company, and command what cost
Anth. Your heart he's mind too.
Anth. Exeunt.