Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Seleu. Seleu.
Seleu. Madam, I had rather seele my lippes,
Seleu. Then to my perill speake that which is not.
Cleo. Cleo.
Cleo. What haue I kept backe.
Sel. Sel.
Sel. Enough to purchase what you haue made known
Cæsar. Cæsar.
Cæsar. Nay blush not Cleopatra, I approue
Cæsar. Your Wisedome in the deede.
Cleo. See Cæsar: Oh behold,
Cleo. How pompe is followed: Mine will now be yours,
Cleo. And should we shift estates, yours would be mine.
Cleo. The ingratitude of this Seleucus, does
Cleo. Euen make me wilde. Oh Slaue, of no more trust
Cleo. Then loue that's hyr'd? What goest thou backe, yu shalt
Cleo. Go backe I warrant thee: but Ile catch thine eyes
Cleo. Though they had wings. Slaue, Soule‑lesse, Villain, Dog.
Cleo. O rarely base!