Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Brut. To morrow, if you please to speake with me,
Brut. I will come home to you: or if you will,
Brut. Come home to me, and I will wait for you.
Cassi. Cassi.
Cassi. I will doe so: till then, thinke of the World.
Cassi. Exit Brutus.
Cassi. Well Brutus, thou art Noble: yet I see,
Cassi. Thy Honorable Mettle may be wrought
Cassi. From that it is dispos'd: therefore it is meet,
Cassi. That Noble mindes keepe euer with their likes:
Cassi. For who so firme, that cannot be seduc'd?
Cassi. Cæsar doth beare me hard, but he loues utus .
Cassi. If I were Brutus now, and he were Cassius,
Cassi. He should not humor me. I will this Night,
Cassi. In seuerall Hands, in at his Windowes throw,
Cassi. As if they came from seuerall Citizens,
Cassi. Writings, all tending to the great opinion
Cassi. That Rome holds of his Name: wherein obscurely
Cassi. Cæsars Ambition shall be glanced at.
Cassi. And after this, let Cæsar seat him sure,