Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Eno. 'Tis one of those odde tricks which sorow shoots
Eno. Out of the minde.
Ant. Ant.
Ant. And thou art honest too:
Ant. I wish I could be made so many men,
Ant. And all of you clapt vp together, in
Ant. An Anthony: that I might do you seruice,
Ant. So good as you haue done.
Ant. Omnes.
Ant. Anthony and Cleopatra.
Omnes. Omnes.
Omnes. The Gods forbid.
Ant. Well, my good Fellowes, wait on me to night:
Ant. Scant not my Cups, and make as much of me
Ant. As when mine Empire was your Fellow too,
Ant. And suffer'd my command.
Cleo. Cleo.
Cleo. What does he meane?
Eno. Eno.