Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Cassi. Like a Colossus, and we petty men
Cassi. Walke vnder his huge legges, and peepe about
Cassi. To finde our selues dishonourable Graues.
Cassi. Men at sometime, are Masters of their Fates.
Cassi. The fault (deere Brutus) is not in our Starres,
Cassi. But in our Selues, that we are vnderlings.
Cassi. Brutus and Cæsar: What should be in that Cæsar?
Cassi. Why should that name be sounded more then yours
Cassi. Write them together: Yours, is as faire a Name:
Cassi. Sound them, it doth become the mouth aswell:
Cassi. Weigh them, it is as heauy: Coniure with 'em,
Cassi. Brutus will start a Spirit as soone as Cæsar.
Cassi. Now in the names of all the Gods at once,
Cassi. Vpon what meate doth this our Cæsar feede,
Cassi. That he is growne so great? Age, thou art sham'd.
Cassi. Rome, thou hast lost the breed of Noble Bloods.
Cassi. When went there by an Age, since the great Flood,
Cassi. But it was fam'd with more then with one man?
Cassi. When could they say (till now) that talk'd of Rome,
Cassi. That her wide Walkes incompast but one man?