Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Cleo. Cleo.
Cleo. Why is my Lord enrag'd against his Loue?
Ant. Ant.
Ant. Vanish, or I shall giue thee thy deseruing,
Ant. And blemish Cæsars Triumph. Let him take thee,
Ant. And hoist thee vp to the shouting Plebeians,
Ant. Follow his Chariot, like the greatest spot
Ant. Of all thy Sex. Most Monster‑like be shewne
Ant. For poor'st Diminitiues, for Dolts, and let
Ant. Patient Octauia, plough thy visage vp
Ant. With her prepared nailes.
Ant. exit Cleopatra.
Ant. 'Tis well th'art gone,
Ant. If it be well to liue. But better 'twere
Ant. Thou fell'st into my furie, for one death
Ant. Might haue preuented many. Eros, hoa?
Ant. The shirt of Nessus is vpon me, teach me
Ant. Alcides, thou mine Ancestor, thy rage.
Ant. Let me lodge Licas on the hornes o'th'Moone,
Ant. And with those hands that graspt the heauiest Club,