Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Cleo. And set thee by Ioues side. Yet come a little,
Cleo. Wishers were euer Fooles. Oh come, come, come,
Cleo. They heaue Anthony aloft to Cleopatra.
Cleo. And welcome, welcome. Dye when thou hast liu'd,
Cleo. Quicken with kissing: had my lippes that power,
Cleo. Thus would I weare them out.
All. All.
All. A heauy sight.
Ant. Ant.
Ant. I am dying Egypt, dying.
Ant. Giue me some Wine, and let me speake a little.
Cleo. Cleo.
Cleo. No, let me speake, and let me rayle so hye,
Cleo. That the false Huswife Fortune, breake her Wheele,
Cleo. Prouok'd by my offence.
Ant. One word (sweet Queene)
Ant. Of Cæsar seeke your Honour, with your safety. Oh.
Cleo. They do not go together.