Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Cassi. His Coward lippes did from their colour flye,
Cassi. And that same Eye, whose bend doth awe the World,
Cassi. Did loose his Lustre: I did heare him grone:
Cassi. I, and that Tongue of his, that bad the Romans
Cassi. Marke him, and write his Speeches in their Bookes,
Cassi. Alas, it cried, Giue me some drinke Titinius,
Cassi. As
Cassi. The Tragedie of Iulius Cæsar.
Cassi. As a sicke Girle: Ye Gods, it doth amaze me,
Cassi. A man of such a feeble temper should
Cassi. So get the start of the Maiesticke world,
Cassi. And beare the Palme alone.
Cassi. Shout.
Cassi. Flouish.
Bru. Bru.
Bru. Another generall shout?
Bru. I do beleeue, that these applauses are
Bru. For some new Honors, that are heap'd on Cæsar.
Cassi. Cassi.
Cassi. Why man, he doth bestride the narrow world