Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Cassi. As a sicke Girle: Ye Gods, it doth amaze me,
Cassi. A man of such a feeble temper should
Cassi. So get the start of the Maiesticke world,
Cassi. And beare the Palme alone.
Cassi. Shout.
Cassi. Flouish.
Bru. Bru.
Bru. Another generall shout?
Bru. I do beleeue, that these applauses are
Bru. For some new Honors, that are heap'd on Cæsar.
Cassi. Cassi.
Cassi. Why man, he doth bestride the narrow world
Cassi. Like a Colossus, and we petty men
Cassi. Walke vnder his huge legges, and peepe about
Cassi. To finde our selues dishonourable Graues.
Cassi. Men at sometime, are Masters of their Fates.
Cassi. The fault (deere Brutus) is not in our Starres,
Cassi. But in our Selues, that we are vnderlings.
Cassi. Brutus and Cæsar: What should be in that Cæsar?
Cassi. Why should that name be sounded more then yours