Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Cai. Vouchsafe good morrow from a feeble tongue.
Bru. Bru.
Bru. O what a time haue you chose out braue Caius
Bru. To weare a Kerchiefe? Would you were not sicke.
Cai. Cai.
Cai. I am not sicke, if Brutus haue in hand
Cai. Any exploit worthy the name of Honor.
Bru. Such an exploit haue I in hand Ligarius,
Bru. Had you a healthfull eare to heare of it.
Cai. By all the Gods that Romans bow before,
Cai. I heere discard my sicknesse. Soule of Rome,
Cai. Braue Sonne, deriu'd from Honourable Loines,
Cai. Thou like an Exorcist, hast coniur'd vp
Cai. My mortified Spirit. Now bid me runne,
Cai. And I will striue with things impossible,
Cai. Yea get the better of them. What's to do?
Bru. A peece of worke,