Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
Title: Search
Cleo. Pardon, pardon.
Ant. Ant.
Ant. Fall not a teare I say, one of them rates
Ant. All that is wonne and lost: Giue me a kisse,
Ant. Euen this repayes me.
Ant. We sent our Schoolemaster, is a come backe?
Ant. Loue I am full of Lead: some Wine
Ant. Within there, and our Viands: Fortune knowes,
Ant. We scorne her most, when most she offers blowes.
Ant. Exeunt
Ant. [Act 3, Scene 12]
Ant. Enter Cæsar, Agrippa, and Dollabello, with others.
Cæs Cæs
Cæs Let him appeare that's come from Anthony.
Cæs Know you him.
Dolla. Dolla.
Dolla. Cæsar, 'tis his Schoolemaster,
Dolla. An argument that he is pluckt, when hither
Dolla. He sends so poore a Pinnion of his Wing,
Dolla. Which had superfluous Kings for Messengers,