Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Mar. Dead.
Ant. Ant.
Ant. Vnarme Eros, the long dayes taske is done,
Ant. And we must sleepe: That thou depart'st hence safe
Ant. Does pay thy labour richly: Go.
Ant. exit Mardian.
Ant. Off, plucke off,
Ant. The seuen‑fold shield of Aiax cannot keepe
Ant. The battery from my heart. Oh cleaue my sides.
Ant. Heart, once be stronger then thy Continent,
Ant. Cracke thy fraile Case. Apace Eros, apace;
Ant. No more a Soldier: bruised peeces go,
Ant. You haue bin Nobly borne. From me awhile.
Ant. exit Eros
Ant. I will o're‑take thee Cleopatra, and
Ant. Weepe for my pardon. So it must be, for now
Ant. All length is Torture: since the Torch is out,
Ant. Lye downe and stray no farther. Now all labour
Ant. Marres what it does: yea, very force entangles
Ant. It selfe with strength: Seale then, and all is done.