Eno. It were pitty to cast them away for nothing, though be
Eno.
nothing. Cleopatra catching but the least noyse of this,
Eno. dies instantly: I haue seene her dye twenty times vppon
Eno. farre poorer moment: I do think there is mettle in death,
Eno. but the finest part of pure Loue. We cannot cal her winds
Eno. and waters, sighes and teares: They are greater stormes
Eno. be cunning in her; if it be, she makes a showre of Raine