Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Cleo. As all the tuned Spheres, and that to Friends:
Cleo. But when he meant to quaile, and shake the Orbe,
Cleo. He was as ratling Thunder. For his Bounty,
Cleo. There was no winter in't. An Anthony it was,
Cleo. That grew the more by reaping: His delights
Cleo. Were Dolphin‑like, they shew'd his backe aboue
Cleo. The Element they liu'd in: In his Liuery
Cleo. Walk'd Crownes and Crownets: Realms & Islands were
Cleo. As plates dropt from his pocket.
Dol. Dol.
Dol. Cleopatra.
Cleo. Cleo.
Cleo. Thinke you there was, or might be such a man
Cleo. As this I dreampt of?
Dol. Gentle Madam, no.
Cleo. You Lye vp to the hearing of the Gods:
Cleo. But if there be, not euer were one such
Cleo. It's past the size of dreaming: Nature wants stuffe