Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ant. To flatter Cæsar, would you mingle eyes
Ant. With one that tyes his points.
Cleo. Cleo.
Cleo. Not know me yet?
Ant. Ant.
Ant. Cold‑hearted toward me?
Cleo. Ah (Deere) if I be so,
Cleo. From my cold heart let Heauen ingender haile,
Cleo. And poyson it in the sourse, and the first stone
Cleo. Drop in my necke: as it determines so
Cleo. Dissolue my life, the next Cæsarian smile,
Cleo. Till by degrees the memory of my wombe,
Cleo. Together with my braue Egyptians all,
Cleo. By the discandering of this pelleted storme,
Cleo. Lye grauelesse, till the Flies and Gnats of Nyle
Cleo. Haue buried them for prey.
Ant. I am satisfied:
Ant. Cæsar sets downe in Alexandria, where