Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Bru. I shall haue glory by this loosing day
Bru. More then Octauius, and Marke Antony,
Bru. By this vile Conquest shall attaine vnto.
Bru. So fare you well at once, for Brutus tongue
Bru. Hath almost ended his liues History:
Bru. Night hangs vpon mine eyes, my Bones would rest,
Bru. That haue but labour'd, to attaine this houre.
Bru. Alarum. Cry within, Flye, flye, flye.
Cly. Cly.
Cly. Fly my Lord, flye.
Bru. Bru.
Bru. Hence: I will follow:
Bru. I prythee Strato, stay thou by thy Lord,
Bru. Thou art a Fellow of a good respect:
Bru. Thy life hath had some smatch of Honor in it,
Bru. Hold then my Sword, and turne away thy face,
Bru. While I do run vpon it. Wilt thou Strato?
Stra. Stra.
Stra. Giue me your hand first. Fare you wel my Lord.