Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ant. Ant.
Ant. Tugge him away: being whipt
Ant. Bring him againe, the Iacke of Cæsars shall
Ant. Beare vs an arrant to him.
Ant. Exeunt with Thidius.
Ant. You were halfe blasted ere I knew you: Ha?
Ant. Haue I my pillow left vnprest in Rome,
Ant. Forborne the getting of a lawfull Race,
Ant. And by a Iem of women, to be abus'd
Ant. By one that lookes on Feeders?
Cleo. Cleo.
Cleo. Good my Lord.
Ant. You haue beene a boggeler euer,
Ant. But when we in our viciousnesse grow hard
Ant. (Oh misery on't) the wise Gods seele our eyes
Ant. In our owne filth, drop our cleare iudgements, make vs
Ant. Adore our errors, laugh at's while we strut
Ant. To our confusion.