Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Cleo. I know by that same eye ther's some good news.
Cleo. What sayes the married woman you may goe?
Cleo. Would she had neuer giuen you leaue to come.
Cleo. Let her not say 'tis I that keepe you heere,
Cleo. I haue no power vpon you: Hers you are.
Ant. Ant.
Ant. The Gods best know.
Cleo. Cleo.
Cleo. Oh neuer was there Queene
Cleo. So mightily betrayed: yet at the first
Cleo. I saw the Treasons planted.
Ant. Cleopatra.
Cleo. Why should I thinke you can be mine, & true,
Cleo. (Though you in swearing shake the Throaned Gods)
Cleo. Who haue beene false to Fuluia?
Cleo. Riotous madnesse,
Cleo. To be entangled with those mouth‑made vowes,
Cleo. Which breake themselues in swearing.