Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Eno. Then would thou hadst a paire of chaps no more,
Eno. and throw betweene them all the food thou hast, they'le
Eno. grinde the other. Where's Anthony?
Eros. Eros.
Eros. He's walking in the garden thus, and spurnes
Eros. The rush that lies before him. Cries Foole Lepidus,
Eros. And threats the throate of that his Officer,
Eros. That murdred Pompey.
Eno. Eno.
Eno. Our great Nauies rig'd.
Eros. For Italy and Cæsar, more Domitius,
Eros. My Lord desires you presently: my Newes
Eros. I might haue told heareafter.
Eno. 'Twill be naught, but let it be: bring me to Anthony.
Eros. Come Sir,
Eros. Exeunt.
Eros. [Act 3, Scene 6]