Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Bru. What's the matter?
Cassi. Cassi.
Cassi. Haue not you loue enough to beare with me,
Cassi. When that rash humour which my Mother gaue me
Cassi. Makes me forgetfull.
Bru. Bru.
Bru. Yes Cassius, and from henceforth
Bru. When you are ouer‑earnest with your Brutus,
Bru. Hee'l thinke your Mother chides, and leaue you so.
Bru. Enter a Poet.
Poet. Poet.
Poet. Let me go in to see the Generals,
Poet. There is some grudge betweene 'em, 'tis not meete
Poet. They be alone.
Lucil. Lucil.
Lucil. You shall not come to them.
Poet. Nothing but death shall stay me.
Cas. Cas.
Cas. How now? What's the matter?