Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ant. Like Friends long lost. Triple‑turn'd Whore, 'tis thou
Ant. Hast sold me to this Nouice, and my heart
Ant. Makes onely Warres on thee. Bid them all flye:
Ant. For when I am reueng'd vpon my Charme,
Ant. I haue done all. Bid them all flye, be gone.
Ant. Oh Sunne, thy vprise shall I see no more,
Ant. Fortune, and Anthony part heere, euen heere
Ant. Do we shake hands? All come to this? The hearts
Ant. That pannelled me at heeles, to whom I gaue
Ant. Their wishes, do dis‑Candie, melt their sweets
Ant. On blossoming Cæsar: And this Pine is barkt,
Ant. That ouer‑top'd them all. Betray'd I am.
Ant. Oh this false Soule of Egypt! this graue Charme,
Ant. Whose eye beck'd forth my Wars, & cal'd them home:
Ant. Whose Bosome was my Crownet, my chiefe end,
Ant. Like a right Gypsie, hath at fast and loose
Ant. Beguil'd me, to the very heart of losse.
Ant. What Eros, Eros?
Ant. Enter Cleopatra.
Ant. Ah, thou Spell! Auaunt.