Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Cleo. Cleo.
Cleo. That's not so good: he cannot like her long.
Char. Char.
Char. Like her? Oh Isis: 'tis impossible.
Cleo. I thinke so Charmian: dull of tongue, & dwarfish
Cleo. What Maiestie is in her gate, remember
Cleo. If ere thou look'st on Maiestie.
Mes. Mes.
Mes. She creepes: her motion, & her station are as one:
Mes. She shewes a body, rather then a life,
Mes. A Statue, then a Breather.
Cleo. Is this certaine?
Mes. Or I haue no obseruance.
Cha. Cha.
Cha. Three in Egypt cannot make better note.
Cleo. He's very knowing, I do perceiu't,