Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Cleo. Cleo.
Cleo. I dare not Deere,
Cleo. Deere my Lord pardon: I dare not,
Cleo. Least I be taken: nor th'Imperious shew
Cleo. Of the full‑Fortun'd Cæsar, euer shall
Cleo. Be brooch'd with me, if Knife, Drugges, Serpents haue
Cleo. Edge, sting, or operation. I am safe:
Cleo. Your Wife Octauia, with her modest eyes,
Cleo. And still Conclusion, shall acquire no Honour
Cleo. Demuring vpon me: but come, come Anthony,
Cleo. Helpe me my women, we must draw thee vp:
Cleo. Assist good Friends.
Ant. Ant.
Ant. Oh quicke, or I am gone.
Cleo. Heere's sport indeede:
Cleo. How heauy weighes my Lord?
Cleo. Our strength is all gone into heauinesse,
Cleo. That makes the waight. Had I great Iuno's power,
Cleo. The strong wing'd Mercury should fetch thee vp,