Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Brut. More then his Reason. But 'tis a common proofe,
Brut. That Lowlynesse is young Ambitions Ladder,
Brut. Whereto the Climber vpward turnes his Face:
Brut. But when he once attaines the vpmost Round,
Brut. He then vnto the Ladder turnes his Backe,
Brut. Lookes in the Clouds, scorning the base degrees
Brut. By which he did ascend: so Cæsar may;
Brut. Then least he may, preuent. And since the Quarrell
Brut. Will beare no colour, for the thing he is,
Brut. Fashion it thus; that what he is, augmented,
Brut. Would runne to these, and these extremities:
Brut. And therefore thinke him as a Serpents egge,
Brut. Which hatch'd, would as his kinde grow mischieuous;
Brut. And kill him in the shell.
Brut. Enter Lucius.
Luc. Luc.
Luc. The Taper burneth in your Closet, Sir:
Luc. Searching the Window for a Flint, I found
Luc. This Paper, thus seal'd vp, and I am sure
Luc. It did not lye there when I went to Bed.