Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ant. That on my command, thou then would'st kill me.
Ant. Doo't, the time is come: Thou strik'st not me,
Ant. 'Tis Cæsar thou defeat'st. Put colour in thy Cheeke.
Eros. Eros.
Eros. The Gods with‑hold me,
Eros. Shall I do that which all the Parthian Darts,
Eros. (Though Enemy) lost ayme, and could not.
Ant. Ant.
Ant. Eros,
Ant. Would'st thou be window'd in great Rome, and see
Ant. Thy Master thus with pleacht Armes, bending downe
Ant. His corrigible necke, his face subdu'de
Ant. To penetratiue shame; whil'st the wheel'd seate
Ant. Of Fortunate Cæsar drawne before him, branded
Ant. His Basenesse that ensued.
Eros. I would not see't.
Ant. Come then: for with a wound I must be cur'd.
Ant. Draw that thy honest Sword, which thou hast worne