Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Alex. Her opulent Throne, with Kingdomes. All the East,
Alex. (Say thou) shall call her Mistris. So he nodded,
Alex. And soberly did mount an Arme‑gaunt Steede,
Alex. Who neigh'd so hye, that what I would haue spoke,
Alex. Was beastly dumbe by him.
Cleo. Cleo.
Cleo. What was he sad, or merry?
Alex. Alex.
Alex. Like to the time o'th'yeare, between yͤ extremes
Alex. Of hot and cold, he was nor sad nor merrie.
Cleo. Oh well diuided disposition: Note him,
Cleo. Note him good Charmian, 'tis the man; but note him.
Cleo. He was not sad, for he would shine on those
Cleo. That make their lookes by his. He was not merrie,
Cleo. Which seem'd to tell them, his remembrance lay
Cleo. In Egypt with his ioy, but betweene both.
Cleo. Oh heauenly mingle! Bee'st thou sad, or merrie,
Cleo. The violence of either thee becomes,
Cleo. So do's it no mans else. Met'st thou my Posts?