Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ant. Proud and disdainfull, harping on what I am,
Ant. Not what he knew I was. He makes me angry,
Ant. And at this time most easie 'tis to doo't:
Ant. When my good Starres, that were my former guides
Ant. Haue empty left their Orbes, and shot their Fires
Ant. Into th'Abisme of hell. If he mislike,
Ant. My speech, and what is done, tell him he has
Ant. Hiparchus, my enfranched Bondman, whom
Ant. He may at pleasure whip, or hang, or torture,
Ant. As he shall like to quit me. Vrge it thou:
Ant. Hence with thy stripes, be gone.
Ant. Exit Thid.
Cleo. Cleo.
Cleo. Haue you done yet?
Ant. Ant.
Ant. Alacke our Terrene Moone is now Eclipst,
Ant. And it portends alone the fall of Anthony.
Cleo. I must stay his time?