Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Cassi. But ere we could arriue the Point propos'd,
Cassi. Cæsar cride, Helpe me Cassius, or I sinke.
Cassi. I (as æneas, our great Ancestor,
Cassi. Did from the Flames of Troy, vpon his shoulder
Cassi. The old Anchyses beare) so, from the waues of Tyber
Cassi. Did I the tyred Cæsar: And this Man,
Cassi. Is now become a God, and Cassius is
Cassi. A wretched Creature, and must bend his body,
Cassi. If Cæsar carelesly but nod on him.
Cassi. He had a Feauer when he was in Spaine,
Cassi. And when the Fit was on him, I did marke
Cassi. How he did shake: Tis true, this God did shake,
Cassi. His Coward lippes did from their colour flye,
Cassi. And that same Eye, whose bend doth awe the World,
Cassi. Did loose his Lustre: I did heare him grone:
Cassi. I, and that Tongue of his, that bad the Romans
Cassi. Marke him, and write his Speeches in their Bookes,
Cassi. Alas, it cried, Giue me some drinke Titinius,
Cassi. As
Cassi. The Tragedie of Iulius Cæsar.