Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Bru. For your life you durst not.
Cassi. Cassi.
Cassi. Do not presume too much vpon my Loue,
Cassi. I may do that I shall be sorry for.
Bru. Bru.
Bru. You haue done that you should be sorry for.
Bru. There is no terror Cassius in your threats:
Bru. For I am Arm'd so strong in Honesty,
Bru. That they passe by me, as the idle winde,
Bru. Which I respect not. I did send to you
Bru. For certaine summes of Gold, which you deny'd me,
Bru. For I can raise no money by vile meanes:
Bru. By Heauen, I had rather Coine my Heart,
Bru. And drop my blood for Drachmaes, then to wring
Bru. From the hard hands of Peazants, their vile trash
Bru. By any indirection. I did send
Bru. To you for Gold to pay my Legions,
Bru. Which you deny'd me: was that done like Cassius?
Bru. Should I haue answer'd Caius Cassius so?
Bru. When Marcus Brutus growes so Couetous,