Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ant. To see thy Antony making his peace,
Ant. Shaking the bloody fingers of thy Foes?
Ant. Most Noble, in the presence of thy Coarse,
Ant. Had I as many eyes, as thou hast wounds,
Ant. Weeping as fast as they streame forth thy blood,
Ant. It would become me better, then to close
Ant. In tearmes of Friendship with thine enemies.
Ant. Pardon me Iulius, heere was't thou bay'd braue Hart,
Ant. Heere did'st thou fall, and heere thy Hunters stand
Ant. Sign'd in thy Spoyle, and Crimson'd in thy Lethee.
Ant. O World! thou wast the Forrest to this Hart,
Ant. And this indeed, O World, the Hart of thee.
Ant. How like a Deere, stroken by many Princes,
Ant. Dost thou heere lye?
Cassi. Cassi.
Cassi. Mark Antony.
Ant. Ant.
Ant. Pardon me Caius Cassius:
Ant. The Enemies of Cæsar, shall say this:
Ant. Then, in a Friend, it is cold Modestie.