Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Brut. Brut.
Brut. Could you not haue told him,
Brut. As you were lesson'd: When he had no Power,
Brut. But was a pettie seruant to the State,
Brut. He was your Enemie, euer spake against
Brut. Your Liberties, and the Charters that you beare
Brut. I'th'Body of the Weale: and now arriuing
Brut. A place of Potencie, and sway o'th' State,
Brut. If he should still malignantly remaine
Brut. Fast Foe toth' Plebeij, your Voyces might
Brut. Be Curses to your selues. You should haue said,
Brut. That as his worthy deeds did clayme no lesse
Brut. Then what he stood for: so his gracious nature
Brut. Would thinke vpon you, for your Voyces,
Brut. And translate his Mallice towards you, into Loue,
Brut. Standing your friendly Lord.
Scicin. Scicin.
Scicin. Thus to haue said,
Scicin. As you were fore‑aduis'd, had toucht his Spirit,
Scicin. And try'd his Inclination: from him pluckt