Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Bru. It was well done, and thou shalt sleepe againe:
Bru. I will not hold thee long. If I do liue,
Bru. I will be good to thee.
Bru. Musicke, and a Song.
Bru. This is a sleepy Tune: O Murd'rous slumber!
Bru. Layest thou thy Leaden Mace vpon my Boy,
Bru. That playes thee Musicke? Gentle knaue good night:
Bru. I will not do thee so much wrong to wake thee:
Bru. If thou do'st nod, thou break'st thy Instrument,
Bru. Ile take it from thee, and (good Boy) good night.
Bru. Let me see, let me see; is not the Leafe turn'd downe
Bru. Where I left reading? Heere it is I thinke.
Bru. Enter the Ghost of Cæsar.
Bru. How ill this Taper burnes. Ha! Who comes heere?
Bru. I thinke it is the weakenesse of mine eyes
Bru. That shapes this monstrous Apparition.
Bru. It comes vpon me: Art thou any thing?
Bru. Art thou some God, some Angell, or some Diuell,
Bru. That mak'st my blood cold, and my haire to stare?
Bru. Speake to me, what thou art.