Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Bru. He is not doubted. A word Lucillius
Bru. How he receiu'd you: let me be resolu'd.
Lucil. Lucil.
Lucil. With courtesie, and with respect enough,
Lucil. But not with such familiar instances,
Lucil. Nor with such free and friendly Conference
Lucil. As he hath vs'd of old.
Bru. Bru.
Bru. Thou hast describ'd
Bru. A hot Friend, cooling: Euer note Lucillius,
Bru. When Loue begins to sicken and decay
Bru. It vseth an enforced Ceremony.
Bru. There are no trickes, in plaine and simple Faith:
Bru. But hollow men, like Horses hot at hand,
Bru. Make gallant shew, and promise of their Mettle:
Bru. Low March within.
Bru. But when they should endure the bloody Spurre,
Bru. They fall their Crests, and like deceitfull Iades
Bru. Sinke in the Triall. Comes his Army on?