Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Cleo. Hee'l make demand of her, and spend that kisse
Cleo. Which is my heauen to haue. Come thou mortal wretch,
Cleo. With thy sharpe teeth this knot intrinsicate,
Cleo. Of life at once vntye: Poore venomous Foole,
Cleo. Be angry, and dispatch. Oh could'st thou speake,
Cleo. That I might heare thee call great Cæsar Asse, vnpolicied.
Char. Char.
Char. Oh Easterne Starre.
Cleo. Cleo.
Cleo. Peace, peace:
Cleo. Dost thou not see my Baby at my breast,
Cleo. That suckes the Nurse asleepe.
Char. O breake! O breake!
Cleo. As sweet as Balme, as soft as Ayre, as gentle.
Cleo. O Anthony! Nay I will take thee too.
Cleo. What should I stay⸺
Cleo. Dyes.