Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ant. And make your peace with Cæsar.
Omnes. Omnes.
Omnes. Fly? Not wee.
Ant. Ant.
Ant. I haue fled my selfe, and haue instructed cowards
Ant. To runne, and shew their shoulders. Friends be gone,
Ant. I haue my selfe resolu'd vpon a course,
Ant. Which has no neede of you. Be gone,
Ant. My Treasure's in the Harbour. Take it: Oh,
Ant. I follow'd that I blush to looke vpon,
Ant. My very haires do mutiny: for the white
Ant. Reproue the browne for rashnesse, and they them
Ant. For feare, and doting. Friends be gone, you shall
Ant. Haue Letters from me to some Friends, that will
Ant. Sweepe your way for you. Pray you looke not sad,
Ant. Nor make replyes of loathnesse, take the hint
Ant. Which my dispaire proclaimes. Let them be left
Ant. Which leaues it selfe, to the Sea‑side straight way;
Ant. I will possesse you of that ship and Treasure.
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