Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Eno. To make his Followers weepe.
Ant. Ant.
Ant. Tend me to night;
Ant. May be, it is the period of your duty,
Ant. Haply you shall not see me more, or if,
Ant. A mangled shadow. Perchance to morrow,
Ant. You'l serue another Master. I looke on you,
Ant. As one that takes his leaue. Mine honest Friends,
Ant. I turne you not away, but like a Master
Ant. Married to your good seruice, stay till death:
Ant. Tend me to night two houres, I aske no more,
Ant. And the Gods yeeld you for't.
Eno. Eno.
Eno. What meane you (Sir)
Eno. To giue them this discomfort? Looke they weepe,
Eno. And I an Asse, am Onyon‑ey'd; for shame,
Eno. Transforme vs not to women.
Ant. Ho, ho, ho:
Ant. Now the Witch take me, if I meant it thus.