Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Cam. Toward Peloponnesus are they fled.
Scar. Scar.
Scar. 'Tis easie toot,
Scar. And there I will attend what further comes.
Camid. Camid.
Camid. To Cæsar will I render
Camid. My Legions and my Horse, sixe Kings alreadie
Camid. Shew me the way of yeelding.
Eno. Eno.
Eno. Ile yet follow
Eno. The wounded chance of Anthony, though my reason
Eno. Sits in the winde against me.
Eno. [Act 3, Scene 11]
Eno. Enter Anthony with Attendants.
Ant. Ant.
Ant. Hearke, the Land bids me tread no more vpon't,
Ant. It is asham'd to beare me. Friends, come hither,
Ant. I am so lated in the world, that I
Ant. Haue lost my way for euer. I haue a shippe,
Ant. Laden with Gold, take that, diuide it: flye,