Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Cleo. No matter sir, what I haue heard or knowne:
Cleo. You laugh when Boyes or Women tell their Dreames,
Cleo. Is't not your tricke?
Dol. Dol.
Dol. I vnderstand not, Madam.
Cleo. Cleo.
Cleo. I dreampt there was an Emperor Anthony.
Cleo. Oh such another sleepe, that I might see
Cleo. But such another man.
Dol. If it might please ye.
Cleo. His face was as the Heau'ns, and therein stucke
Cleo. A Sunne and Moone, which kept their course, & lighted
Cleo. The little o'th'earth.
Dol. Most Soueraigne Creature.
Cleo. His legges bestrid the Ocean, his rear'd arme
Cleo. Crested the world: His voyce was propertied