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From: Vinciguerra S. <ne...@me...> - 2009-08-25 15:29:33
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Like a basilisk, and strike him. Love! put destroying flame into mine eyes, Into my smiles deceits, that I may torture him-- That I may make him love to death, and laugh at him _Enter_ APOLLODORUS. APOLLODORUS. Caesar commends his service to your grace CLEOPATRA. His service? What's his service? EROS. Pray you be patient The noble Caesar loves still. CLEOPATRA. What's his will? APOLLODORUS. He craves access unto your highness. CLEOPATRA No;-- Say no; I will have none to trouble me. ARSINOE. Good sister!-- CLEOPATRA. None, I say. I will be private. Would thou hadst |