Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Cleo. Oh, is't come to this?
Ant. Ant.
Ant. I found you as a Morsell, cold vpon
Ant. Dead Cæsars Trencher: Nay, you were a Fragment
Ant. Of Gneius Pompeyes, besides what hotter houres
Ant. Vnregistred in vulgar Fame, you haue
Ant. Luxuriously pickt out. For I am sure,
Ant. Though you can guesse what Temperance should be,
Ant. You know not what it is.
Cleo. Cleo.
Cleo. Wherefore is this?
Ant. To let a Fellow that will take rewards,
Ant. And say, God quit you, be familiar with
Ant. My play‑fellow, your hand; this Kingly Seale,
Ant. And plighter of high hearts. O that I were
Ant. Vpon the hill of Basan, to out‑roare
Ant. The horned Heard, for I haue sauage cause,
Ant. And to proclaime it ciuilly, were like
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