Which Echo makes rebound.
Our plaints no limits stay,
Nor more then doo our woes:
Both infinitely straie
And neither measure knowes.
In measure let them plaine:
Who measur’d griefes sustaine.
[ Cleopatra. Eras. Charmion. Diomede.]
Cleopatra.
That I haue thee betraid, deare Antonie,