Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ant. Ant.
Ant. Approch there: ah you Kite. Now Gods & diuels
Ant. Authority melts from me of late. When I cried hoa,
Ant. Like Boyes vnto a musse, Kings would start forth,
Ant. And cry, your will. Haue you no eares?
Ant. I am Anthony yet. Take hence this Iack, and whip him.
Ant. Enter a Seruant.
Eno. Eno.
Eno. 'Tis better playing with a Lions whelpe,
Eno. Then with an old one dying.
Ant. Moone and Starres,
Ant. Whip him: wer't twenty of the greatest Tributaries
Ant. That do acknowledge Cæsar, should I finde them
Ant. So sawcy with the hand of she heere, what's her name
Ant. Since she was Cleopatra? Whip him Fellowes,
Ant. Till like a Boy you see him crindge his face,
Ant. And whine aloud for mercy. Take him hence.
Thid. Thid.
Thid. Marke Anthony.