Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Clit. Statillius shew'd the Torch‑light, but my Lord
Clit. He came not backe: he is or tane, or slaine.
Brut. Brut.
Brut. Sit thee downe, Clitus: slaying is the word,
Brut. It is a deed in fashion. Hearke thee, Clitus.
Clit. Clit.
Clit. What I, my Lord? No, not for all the World.
Brut. Peace then, no words.
Clit. Ile rather kill my selfe.
Brut. Hearke thee, Dardanius.
Dard. Dard.
Dard. Shall I doe such a deed?
Clit. O Dardanius.
Dard. O Clitus