Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Iras. O the good Gods!
Cleo. Cleo.
Cleo. Nay that's certaine.
Iras. Iras.
Iras. Ile neuer see't? for I am sure mine Nailes
Iras. Are stronger then mine eyes.
Iras. Cleo.
Iras. Anthony and Cleopatra.
Cleo. Why that's the way to foole their preparation,
Cleo. And to conquer their most absurd intents.
Cleo. Enter Charmian.
Cleo. Now Charmian.
Cleo. Shew me my Women like a Queene: Go fetch
Cleo. My best Attyres. I am againe for Cidrus,
Cleo. To meete Marke Anthony. Sirra Iras, go
Cleo. (Now Noble Charmian, wee'l dispatch indeede,)
Cleo. And when thou hast done this chare, Ile giue thee leaue
Cleo. To play till Doomesday: bring our Crowne, and all.
Cleo. A noise within.