Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Char. Char.
Char. Tempt him not so too farre. I wish forbeare,
Char. In time we hate that which we often feare.
Char. Enter Anthony.
Char. But heere comes Anthony.
Cleo. Cleo.
Cleo. I am sicke, and sullen.
An. An.
An. I am sorry to giue breathing to my purpose.
Cleo. Helpe me away deere Charmian, I shall fall,
Cleo. It cannot be thus long, the sides of Nature
Cleo. Will not sustaine it.
Ant. Ant.
Ant. Now my deerest Queene.
Cleo. Pray you stand farther from mee.
Ant. What's the matter?