Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ant. Ant.
Ant. Most sweet Queene.
Cleo. Cleo.
Cleo. Nay pray you seeke no colour for your going,
Cleo. But bid farewell, and goe:
Cleo. When you sued staying,
Cleo. Then was the time for words: No going then,
Cleo. Eternity was in our Lippes, and Eyes,
Cleo. Blisse in our browes bent: none our parts so poore,
Cleo. But was a race of Heauen. They are so still,
Cleo. Or thou the greatest Souldier of the world,
Cleo. Art turn'd the greatest Lyar.
Ant. How now Lady?
Ant. Cleo.
Ant. Anthony and Cleopatra.
Cleo. I would I had thy inches, thou should'st know
Cleo. There were a heart in Egypt.