Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Cassi. I know that vertue to be in you Brutus,
Cassi. As well as I do know your outward fauour.
Cassi. Well, Honor is the subiect of my Story:
Cassi. I cannot tell, what you and other men
Cassi. Thinke of this life: But for my single selfe,
Cassi. I had as liefe not be, as liue to be
Cassi. In awe of such a Thing, as I my selfe.
Cassi. I was borne free as Cæsar, so were you,
Cassi. We both haue fed as well, and we can both
Cassi. Endure the Winters cold, as well as hee.
Cassi. For once, vpon a Rawe and Gustie day,
Cassi. The troubled Tyber, chafing with her Shores,
Cassi. Cæsar saide to me, Dar'st thou Cassius now
Cassi. Leape in with me into this angry Flood,
Cassi. And swim to yonder Point? Vpon the word,
Cassi. Accoutred as I was, I plunged in,
Cassi. And bad him follow: so indeed he did.
Cassi. The Torrent roar'd, and we did buffet it
Cassi. With lusty Sinewes, throwing it aside,
Cassi. And stemming it with hearts of Controuersie.