Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Cæsar. Nor Heauen, nor Earth,
Cæsar. Haue beene at peace to night:
Cæsar. Thrice hath Calphurnia, in her sleepe cryed out,
Cæsar. Helpe, ho: They murther Cæsar. Who's within?
Cæsar. Enter a Seruant.
Ser. Ser.
Ser. My Lord.
Cæs. Cæs.
Cæs. Go bid the Priests do present Sacrifice,
Cæs. And bring me their opinions of Successe.
Ser. I will my Lord.
Ser. Exit
Ser. Enter Calphurnia.
Cal. Cal.
Cal. What mean you Cæsar? Think you to walk forth?
Cal. You shall not stirre out of your house to day.
Cæs. Cæsar shall forth; the things that threaten'd me,
Cæs. Ne're look'd but on my backe: When they shall see