Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Cleo. It's past the size of dreaming: Nature wants stuffe
Cleo. To vie strange formes with fancie, yet t'imagine
Cleo. An Anthony were Natures peece, 'gainst Fancie,
Cleo. Condemning shadowes quite.
Dol. Dol.
Dol. Heare me, good Madam:
Dol. Your losse is as your selfe, great; and you beare it
Dol. As answering to the waight, would I might neuer
Dol. Ore‑take pursu'de successe: But I do feele
Dol. By the rebound of yours, a greefe that suites
Dol. My very heart at roote.
Cleo. Cleo.
Cleo. I thanke you sir:
Cleo. Know you what Cæsar meanes to do with me?
Dol. I am loath to tell you what, I would you knew.
Cleo. Nay pray you sir.
Dol. Though he be Honourable.