Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Cleo. Cleo.
Cleo. Go on, right Royall.
Thid. Thid.
Thid. He knowes that you embrace not Anthony
Thid. As you did loue, but as you feared him.
Cleo. Oh.
Thid. The scarre's vpon your Honor, therefore he
Thid. Does pitty, as constrained blemishes,
Thid. Not as deserued.
Cleo. He is a God,
Cleo. And knowes what is most right. Mine Honour
Cleo. Was not yeelded, but conquer'd meerely.
Eno. Eno.
Eno. To be sure of that, I will aske Anthony.
Eno. Sir, sir, thou art so leakie
Eno. That we must leaue thee to thy sinking, for
Eno. Thy deerest quit thee.