Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ant. Eros? I come my Queene. Eros? Stay for me,
Ant. Where Soules do couch on Flowers, wee'l hand in hand,
Ant. And with our sprightly Port make the Ghostes gaze:
Ant. Dido, and her Æneas shall want Troopes,
Ant. And all the haunt be ours. Come Eros, Eros.
Ant. Enter Eros.
Eros. Eros.
Eros. What would my Lord?
Ant. Ant.
Ant. Since Cleopatra dyed,
Ant. I haue liu'd in such dishonour, that the Gods
Ant. Detest my basenesse. I, that with my Sword,
Ant. Quarter'd the World, and o're greene Neptunes backe
Ant. With Ships, made Cities; condemne my selfe, to lacke
Ant. The Courage of a Woman, lesse Noble minde
Ant. Then she which by her death, our Cæsar telles
Ant. I am Conqueror of my selfe. Thou art sworne Eros,
Ant. That when the exigent should come, which now
Ant. Is come indeed: When I should see behinde me
Ant. Th'ineuitable prosecution of disgrace and horror,