Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ant. Oh thy vilde Lady, she has rob'd me of my Sword.
Mar. Mar.
Mar. No Anthony,
Mar. My Mistris lou'd thee, and her Fortunes mingled
Mar. With thine intirely.
Ant. Ant.
Ant. Hence sawcy Eunuch peace, she hath betraid me,
Ant. And shall dye the death.
Mar. Death of one person, can be paide but once,
Mar. And that she ha's discharg'd. What thou would'st do
Mar. Is done vnto thy hand: the last she spake
Mar. Was Anthony, most Noble Anthony.
Mar. Then in the midd'st a tearing grone did breake
Mar. The name of Anthony: it was diuided
Mar. Betweene her heart, and lips: she rendred life
Mar. Thy name so buried in her.
Ant. Dead then?