Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Titin. Titin.
Titin. All disconsolate,
Titin. With Pindarus his Bondman, on this Hill.
Messa. Messa.
Messa. Is not that he that lyes vpon the ground?
Titin. He lies not like the Liuing. O my heart!
Messa. Is not that hee?
Titin. No, this was he Messala,
Titin. But Cassius is no more. O setting Sunne:
Titin. As in thy red Rayes thou doest sinke to night;
Titin. So
Titin. The Tragedie of Iulius Cæsar.
Titin. So in his red blood Cassius day is set.
Titin. The Sunne of Rome is set. Our day is gone,
Titin. Clowds, Dewes, and Dangers come; our deeds are done:
Titin. Mistrust of my successe hath done this deed.