Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ant. We haue beate him to his Campe: Runne one
Ant. Before, & let the Queen know of our guests: to morrow
Ant. Before the Sun shall see's, wee'l spill the blood
Ant. That ha's to day escap'd. I thanke you all,
Ant. For doughty handed are you, and haue fought
Ant. Not as you seru'd the Cause, but as't had beene
Ant. Each mans like mine: you haue shewne all Hectors.
Ant. Enter the Citty, clip your Wiues, your Friends,
Ant. Tell them your feats, whil'st they with ioyfull teares
Ant. Wash the congealement from your wounds, and kisse
Ant. The Honour'd‑gashes whole.
Ant. Enter Cleopatra.
Ant. Giue me thy hand,
Ant. To this great Faiery, Ile commend thy acts,
Ant. Make her thankes blesse thee. Oh thou day o'th'world,
Ant. Chaine mine arm'd necke, leape thou, Attyre and all
Ant. Through proofe of Harnesse to my heart, and there
Ant. Ride on the pants triumphing.
Cleo. Cleo.
Cleo. Lord of Lords.