Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Brut. Our Enemies haue beat vs to the Pit:
Brut. Low Alarums.
Brut. It is more worthy, to leape in our selues,
Brut. Then tarry till they push vs. Good Volumnius,
Brut. Thou know'st, that we two went to Schoole together:
Brut. Euen for that our loue of old, I prethee
Brut. Hold thou my Sword Hilts, whilest I runne on it.
Vol. Vol.
Vol. That's not an Office for a friend, my Lord.
Vol. Alarum still.
Vol. Clit. Fly,
Vol. The Tragedie of Iulius Cæsar.
Cly. Cly.
Cly. Fly, flye my Lord, there is no tarrying heere.
Bru. Bru.
Bru. Farewell to you, and you, and Volumnius.
Bru. Strato, thou hast bin all this while asleepe:
Bru. Farewell to thee, to Strato, Countrymen:
Bru. My heart doth ioy, that yet in all my life,
Bru. I found no man, but he was true to me.