Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ant. And our twelue thousand Horse. Wee'l to our Ship,
Ant. Away my Thetis.
Ant. Enter a Soldiour.
Ant. How now worthy Souldier?
Soul. Soul.
Soul. Oh Noble Emperor, do not fight by Sea,
Soul. Trust not to rotten plankes: Do you misdoubt
Soul. This Sword, and these my Wounds; let th'Egyptians
Soul. And the Phœnicians go a ducking: wee
Soul. Haue vs'd to conquer standing on the earth,
Soul. And fighting foot to foot.
Ant. Ant.
Ant. Well, well, away.
Ant. exit Ant. Cleo. & Enob.
Soul. By Hercules I thinke I am i'th'right.
Cam. Cam.
Cam. Souldier thou art: but his whole action growes
Cam. Not in the power on't: so our Leaders leade,
Cam. And we are Womens men.