Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Cas. Wee'l leaue you Brutus,
Cas. And Friends disperse your selues; but all remember
Cas. What you haue said, and shew your selues true Romans.
Bru. Bru.
Bru. Good Gentlemen, looke fresh and merrily,
Bru. Let not our lookes put on our purposes,
Bru. But beare it as our Roman Actors do,
Bru. With vntyr'd Spirits, and formall Constancie,
Bru. And so good morrow to you euery one.
Bru. Exeunt.
Bru. Manet Brutus.
Bru. Boy: Lucius: Fast asleepe? It is no matter,
Bru. Enioy the hony‑heauy‑Dew of Slumber:
Bru. Thou hast no Figures, nor no Fantasies,
Bru. Which
Bru. The Tragedie of Iulius Cæsar.
Bru. Which busie care drawes, in the braines of men;
Bru. Therefore thou sleep'st so sound.
Bru. Enter Portia.
Por. Por.