Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Cleo. How this Herculean Roman do's become
Cleo. The carriage of his chase.
Ant. Ant.
Ant. Ile leaue you Lady.
Cleo. Cleo.
Cleo. Courteous Lord, one word:
Cleo. Sir, you and I must part, but that's not it:
Cleo. Sir, you and I haue lou'd, but there's not it:
Cleo. That you know well, something it is I would:
Cleo. Oh, my Obliuion is a very Anthony,
Cleo. And I am all forgotten.
Ant. But that your Royalty
Ant. Holds Idlenesse your subiect, I should take you
Ant. For Idlenesse it selfe.
Cleo. 'Tis sweating Labour,
Cleo. To beare such Idlenesse so neere the heart
Cleo. As Cleopatra this. But Sir, forgiue me,
Cleo. Since my becommings kill me, when they do not