Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
Title: Search
Sol. Out of the hoast, I must attend mine Office,
Sol. Or would haue done't my selfe. Your Emperor
Sol. Continues still a Ioue.
Sol. Exit
Enob. Enob.
Enob. I am alone the Villaine of the earth,
Enob. And feele I am so most. Oh Anthony,
Enob. Thou Mine of Bounty, how would'st thou haue payed
Enob. My better seruice, when my turpitude
Enob. Thou dost so Crowne with Gold. This blowes my hart,
Enob. If swift thought breake it not: a swifter meane
Enob. Shall out‑strike thought, but thought will doo't. I feele
Enob. I fight against thee: No I will go seeke
Enob. Some Ditch, wherein to dye: the foul'st best fits
Enob. My latter part of life.
Enob. Exit.
Enob. [Act 4, Scene 7]
Enob. Alarum, Drummes and Trumpets.
Enob. Enter Agrippa.
Agrip Agrip