Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ant. I will oppose his Fate. Our force by Land,
Ant. Hath Nobly held, our seuer'd Nauie too
Ant. Haue knit againe, and Fleete, threatning most Sea‑like.
Ant. Where hast thou bin my heart? Dost thou heare Lady?
Ant. If from the Field I shall returne once more
Ant. To kisse these Lips, I will appeare in Blood,
Ant. I, and my Sword, will earne our Chronicle,
Ant. There's hope in't yet.
Cleo. Cleo.
Cleo. That's my braue Lord.
Ant. Ant.
Ant. I will be trebble‑sinewed, hearted, breath'd,
Ant. And fight maliciously: for when mine houres
Ant. Were nice and lucky, men did ransome liues
Ant. Of me for iests: But now, Ile set my teeth,
Ant. And send to darkenesse all that stop me. Come,
Ant. Let's haue one other gawdy night: Call to me
Ant. All my sad Captaines, fill our Bowles once more:
Ant. Let's mocke the midnight Bell.