Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Cleo. Enter a Messenger.
Cleo. Ramme thou thy fruitefull tidings in mine eares,
Cleo. That long time haue bin barren.
Mes. Mes.
Mes. Madam, Madam.
Cleo. Cleo.
Cleo. Anthonyo's dead.
Cleo. If thou say so Villaine, thou kil'st thy Mistris:
Cleo. But well and free, if thou so yeild him.
Cleo. There is Gold, and heere
Cleo. My blewest vaines to kisse: a hand that Kings
Cleo. Haue lipt, and trembled kissing.
Mes. First Madam, he is well.
Cleo. Why there's more Gold.
Cleo. But sirrah marke, we vse
Cleo. To say, the dead are well: bring it to that,
Cleo. The Gold thee, will I melt and powr
Cleo. Downe thy ill vttering throate.