Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Caska. Cassi.
Caska. The Tragedie of Iulius Cæsar.
Cassi. Cassi.
Cassi. But soft I pray you: what, did Cæsar swound?
Cask. Cask.
Cask. He fell downe in the Market‑place, and foam'd
Cask. at mouth, and was speechlesse.
Brut. Brut.
Brut. 'Tis very like he hath the Falling sicknesse.
Cassi. No, Cæsar hath it not: but you, and I,
Cassi. And honest Caska, we haue the Falling sicknesse.
Cask. I know not what you meane by that, but I am
Cask. sure Cæsar fell downe. If the tag‑ragge people did not
Cask. clap him, and hisse him, according as he pleas'd, and dis
Cask. pleas'd them, as they vse to doe the Players in the Thea
Cask. tre, I am no true man.
Brut. What said he, when he came vnto himselfe?