Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Luc. Giues him the Letter.
Brut. Brut.
Brut. Get you to Bed againe, it is not day:
Brut. Is not to morrow (Boy) the first of March?
Luc. Luc.
Luc. I know not, Sir.
Brut. Looke in the Calender, and bring me word.
Luc. I will, Sir.
Luc. Exit.
Brut. The exhalations, whizzing in the ayre,
Brut. Giue so much light, that I may reade by them.
Brut. Opens the Letter, and reades.
Brut. Brutus thou sleep'st; awake, and see thy selfe:
Brut. Shall Rome, &c. speake, strike, redresse.
Brut. Brutus, thou sleep'st: awake.
Brut. Such instigations haue beene often dropt,
Brut. Where I haue tooke them vp: