Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Bru. Bru.
Bru. O Iulius CÆsar, thou art mighty yet,
Bru. Thy Spirit walkes abroad, and turnes our Swords
Bru. In our owne proper Entrailes.
Bru. Low Alarums.
Cato. Cato.
Cato. Braue Titinius,
Cato. Looke where he haue not crown'd dead Cassius.
Bru. Are yet two Romans liuing such as these?
Bru. The last of all the Romans, far thee well:
Bru. It is impossible, that euer Rome
Bru. Should breed thy fellow. Friends I owe mo teares
Bru. To this dead man, then you shall see me pay.
Bru. I shall finde time, Cassius: I shall finde time.
Bru. Come therefore, and to Tharsus send his body,
Bru. His Funerals shall not be in our Campe,
Bru. Least it discomfort vs. Lucillius come,
Bru. And come yong Cato, let vs to the Field,
Bru. Labio and Flauio set our Battailes on: