Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Bru. But wherefore do you hold me heere so long?
Bru. What is it, that you would impart to me?
Bru. If it be ought toward the generall good,
Bru. Set Honor in one eye, and Death i'th other,
Bru. And I will looke on both indifferently:
Bru. For let the Gods so speed mee, as I loue
Bru. The name of Honor, more then I feare death.
Cassi. Cassi.
Cassi. I know that vertue to be in you Brutus,
Cassi. As well as I do know your outward fauour.
Cassi. Well, Honor is the subiect of my Story:
Cassi. I cannot tell, what you and other men
Cassi. Thinke of this life: But for my single selfe,
Cassi. I had as liefe not be, as liue to be
Cassi. In awe of such a Thing, as I my selfe.
Cassi. I was borne free as Cæsar, so were you,
Cassi. We both haue fed as well, and we can both
Cassi. Endure the Winters cold, as well as hee.
Cassi. For once, vpon a Rawe and Gustie day,
Cassi. The troubled Tyber, chafing with her Shores,