Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ant. Ant.
Ant. I am right glad, that he's so out of hope:
Ant. Doe not for one repulse forgoe the purpose
Ant. That you resolu'd t'effect.
Seb. Seb.
Seb. The next aduantage will we take thoroughly.
Ant. Let it be to night,
Ant. For now they are oppress'd with trauaile, they
Ant. Will not, nor cannot vse such vigilance
Ant. As when they are fresh.
Ant. Solemne and strange Musicke: and Prosper on the top (inui
Ant. sible:) Enter seuerall strange shapes, bringing in a Banket;
Ant. and dance about it with gentle actions of salutations, and
Ant. inuiting the King, &c. to eate, they depart.
Seb. I say to night: no more.
Al. Al.
Al. What harmony is this? my good friends, harke.
Gon. Gon.