Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ant. Oh fie, fie, fie.
Char. Char.
Char. Madam.
Iras. Iras.
Iras. Madam, oh good Empresse.
Eros. Eros.
Eros. Sir, sir.
Ant. Ant.
Ant. Yes my Lord, yes; he at Philippi kept
Ant. His sword e'ne like a dancer, while I strooke
Ant. The leane and wrinkled Cassius, and 'twas I
Ant. That the mad Brutus ended: he alone
Ant. Dealt on Lieutenantry, and no practise had
Ant. In the braue squares of Warre: yet now: no matter.
Cleo. Cleo.
Cleo. Ah stand by.
Eros. The Queene my Lord, the Queene.
Iras. Go to him, Madam, speake to him,