Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Diom. Enter Anthony, and the Guard.
Cleo. Cleo.
Cleo. Oh Sunne,
Cleo. Burne the great Sphere thou mou'st in, darkling stand
Cleo. The varrying shore o'th'world. O Antony, Antony, Antony
Cleo. Helpe Charmian, helpe Iras helpe: helpe Friends
Cleo. Below, let's draw him hither.
Ant. Ant.
Ant. Peace,
Ant. Not Cæsars Valour hath o'rethrowne Anthony,
Ant. But Anthonie's hath Triumpht on it selfe.
Cleo. So it should be,
Cleo. That none but Anthony should conquer Anthony,
Cleo. But woe 'tis so.
Ant. I am dying Egypt, dying; onely
Ant. I heere importune death a‑while, vntill
Ant. Of many thousand kisses, the poore last
Ant. I lay vpon thy lippes.