Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ant. Suffising strokes for death.
Diom. Diom.
Diom. Most absolute Lord:
Diom. My Mistris Cleopatra sent me to thee.
Ant. Ant.
Ant. When did shee send thee?
Diom. Now my Lord.
Anth. Anth.
Anth. Where is she?
Diom. Lockt in her Monument: she had a Prophesying (feare
Diom. Of what hath come to passe: for when she saw
Diom. (Which neuer shall be found) you did suspect
Diom. She had dispos'd with Cæsar, and that your rage
Diom. Would not be purg'd, she sent you word she was dead:
Diom. But fearing since how it might worke, hath sent
Diom. Me to proclaime the truth, and I am come
Diom. I dread, too late.