Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Cleo. Wherefore's this noise?
Cleo. Enter a Guardsman.
Gards. Gards.
Gards. Heere is a rurall Fellow,
Gards. That will not be deny'de your Highnesse presence,
Gards. He brings you Figges.
Cleo. Cleo.
Cleo. Let him come in.
Cleo. Exit Guardsman.
Cleo. What poore an Instrument
Cleo. May do a Noble deede: he brings me liberty:
Cleo. My Resolution's plac'd, and I haue nothing
Cleo. Of woman in me: Now from head to foote
Cleo. I am Marble constant: now the fleeting Moone
Cleo. No Planet is of mine.
Cleo. Enter Guardsman, and Clowne.
Guards. Guards.
Guards. This is the man.
Cleo. Auoid, and leaue him.