Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
Title: Search
Mes. Exit.
Char. Char.
Char. Good Madam keepe your selfe within your selfe,
Char. The man is innocent.
Cleo. Cleo.
Cleo. Some Innocents scape not the thunderbolt:
Cleo. Melt Egypt into Nyle: and kindly creatures
Cleo. Turne all to Serpents. Call the slaue againe,
Cleo. Though I am mad, I will not byte him: Call?
Char. He is afeard to come.
Cleo. I will not hurt him,
Cleo. These hands do lacke Nobility, that they strike
Cleo. A meaner then my selfe: since I my selfe
Cleo. Haue giuen my selfe the cause. Come hither Sir.
Cleo. Enter the Messenger againe.
Cleo. Though it be honest, it is neuer good
Cleo. To bring bad newes: giue to a gratious Message
Cleo. An