Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Pro. Oh temperance Lady.
Cleo. Cleo.
Cleo. Sir, I will eate no meate, Ile not drinke sir,
Cleo. If idle talke will once be necessary
Cleo. Ile not sleepe neither. This mortall house Ile ruine,
Cleo. Do Cæsar what he can. Know sir, that I
Cleo. Will not waite pinnion'd at your Masters Court,
Cleo. Nor once be chastic'd with the sober eye
Cleo. Of dull Octauia. Shall they hoyst me vp,
Cleo. And shew me to the showting Varlotarie
Cleo. Of censuring Rome? Rather a ditch in Egypt.
Cleo. Be gentle graue vnto me, rather on Nylus mudde
Cleo. Lay me starke‑nak'd, and let the water‑Flies
Cleo. Blow me into abhorring; rather make
Cleo. My Countries high pyramides my Gibbet,
Cleo. And hang me vp in Chaines.
Pro. Pro.
Pro. You do extend
Pro. These thoughts of horror further then you shall
Pro. Finde cause in Cæsar.