Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Cask. So euery Bond‑man in his owne hand beares
Cask. The power to cancell his Captiuitie.
Cassi. Cassi.
Cassi. And why should Cæsar be a Tyrant then?
Cassi. Poore man, I know he would not be a Wolfe,
Cassi. But that he sees the Romans are but Sheepe:
Cassi. He were no Lyon, were not Romans Hindes.
Cassi. Those that with haste will make a mightie fire,
Cassi. Begin it with weake Strawes. What trash is Rome?
Cassi. What Rubbish, and what Offall? when it serues
Cassi. For the base matter, to illuminate
Cassi. So vile a thing as Cæsar. But oh Griefe,
Cassi. Where hast thou led me? I (perhaps) speake this
Cassi. Before a willing Bond‑man: then I know
Cassi. My answere must be made. But I am arm'd,
Cassi. And dangers are to me indifferent.
Cask. Cask.
Cask. You speake to Caska, and to such a man,
Cask. That is no flearing Tell‑tale. Hold, my Hand:
Cask. Be factious for redresse of all these Griefes,