Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Brut. They are the Faction. O Conspiracie,
Brut. Sham'st thou to shew thy dang'rous Brow by Night,
Brut. When euills are most free? O then, by day
Brut. Where wilt thou finde a Cauerne darke enough,
Brut. To maske thy monstrous Visage? Seek none Conspiracie,
Brut. Hide it in Smiles, and Affabilitie:
Brut. For if thou path thy natiue semblance on,
Brut. Not Erebus it selfe were dimme enough,
Brut. To hide thee from preuention.
Brut. Enter the Conspirators, Cassius, Caska, Decius,
Brut. Cinna, Metellus, and Trebonius.
Cass. Cass.
Cass. I thinke we are too bold vpon your Rest:
Cass. Good morrow Brutus, doe we trouble you?
Brut. Brut.
Brut. I haue beene vp this howre, awake all Night:
Brut. Know I these men, that come along with you?
Cass. Yes, euery man of them; and no man here
Cass. But honors you: and euery one doth wish,