Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
Title: Search
Mes. What meane you Madam, I haue made no fault.
Mes. Exit.
Char. Char.
Char. Good Madam keepe your selfe within your selfe,
Char. The man is innocent.
Cleo. Cleo.
Cleo. Some Innocents scape not the thunderbolt:
Cleo. Melt Egypt into Nyle: and kindly creatures
Cleo. Turne all to Serpents. Call the slaue againe,
Cleo. Though I am mad, I will not byte him: Call?
Char. He is afeard to come.
Cleo. I will not hurt him,
Cleo. These hands do lacke Nobility, that they strike
Cleo. A meaner then my selfe: since I my selfe
Cleo. Haue giuen my selfe the cause. Come hither Sir.
Cleo. Enter the Messenger againe.
Cleo. Though it be honest, it is neuer good
Cleo. To bring bad newes: giue to a gratious Message